Publicado em , por Pedro Couto e Santos
O Tiago, na brincadeira no terraço com um par de binóculos de plástico, finge pescar peixes podres e vai contanto enquanto puxa a linha:
“Um, dois, três, quatro, cinco, seis, sete, oito, nove, dez, onze, treze, catorze, dezasseis, dezassete, dezaoito, dezanove, deza… ahum… euh… quarenta!”
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hehe agora ri-me pois o meu Gonçalo conta assim também mas diz: dez, onze, onze, treze … e também salta para o 40 em vez do 20 é a cabecinha deles a processar a informação e e depois falta qualquer coisita pelo meio.