کایو و عروسکش

You’re getting to be a big boy.

I’m just a kid who’s four.

Each day I grow some more.

I like exploring.

I’m Caillou.

So many things to do.

Each day is something new.

I’ll share them with you.

I’m Caillou.

My world is turning, changing each day, with mommy and daddy.

And I’m finding my way!

Growing up is not so tough, except when I’ve had enough.

But there’s lots of fun stuff.

I’m Caillou, Caillou, Caillou, I’m Caillou.

Eh heh heh heh heh.

That’s me.

Poor Caillou, he really got himself into trouble this time.

Just look! I wonder what’s going on. Let’s find out!

Today’s story is called, “Caillou and the doll.”

It all started when Caillou’s Mommy was putting on her make-up, getting ready to go out.

Caillou liked all the different colours of the make-up.

They looked like a paint box.

What are you doing, Mommy?

Putting on make-up.

Why?

To look pretty when I go out.

Caillou thought his mommy looked very pretty.

Don’t play with that, please!

Julie would be here soon, Caillou.

Why don’t you go downstairs and wait for her?

Bye-bye, Mommy!

Eat up, Rosie!

Why don’t you go and play by yourself for a bit while I’ll get Rosie ready for her nap?

Okay.

Bye-bye!

How about a story?

Seeing his mommy’s make-up gave Caillou an idea for a game.

Caillou, where are you?

What are you doing?

Caillou knew he’d spoiled Rosie’s doll and he was afraid Julie would be mad at him.

Ah, there you are! Caillou, what have you been doing?

Julie! Julie!

Oh, dear. Rosie is waking up.

Caillou, have you seen Rosie’s doll anywhere?

No.

Are you sure? She said she left it in the bathroom.

Wait a minute, what’s that?

Stand up a second, Caillou!

Caillou, what happened to the doll?

You’re mad at me, and Mommy is gonna be mad at me, too.

Oh dear, something tells me you’ve been having a busy afternoon.

Mommy!

Let’s see if we can sort it out, shall we?

Caillou explained how he’d spoiled the doll, and how he’d been afraid everyone would be mad at him.

I wanted the doll to be pretty like you, Mommy, but everything went wrong.

Well, Caillou. Rosie still thinks her doll’s pretty.

I’m sorry, Mommy.

I know you are , honey.