are one hundred and four pieces of the puzzle that shows Cinderella in her sparkling blue gown, ready to climb in the cab that will take her to the castle of the prince.
Ben 17 are the ones that make the dress and its folds not match ever and it takes the patience of saints to complete the whole.
Sofia is absorbed, concentrated, I do not hear anything of what I am saying while Carletto run after running half naked through the house.
"Mom," he says at one point "I can not do it alone. You have to help you."
[I? Now? But have you seen your brother? And then the phone rings, the cake is in the oven and threatens to burn, and your father that never happened when it should be ... Isabel! No. One card in the right place, and a little encouragement will go alone like a train. Charles always feels hot after all ... can wait!]
"Sofi, I advise you to make many small mounds of cards as there are players in the puzzle: a Cinderella, one for the horses, the other for so the fairy. Then it will work with an increasingly small number of cards and you can orient yourself better. "
[Give tools, not solutions. Now I should be okay.]
" Ok mom, help me to make piles? "
[My formula did not work]
"Okay, I'll help you make the pile of Cinderella, then you will do the rest."
"Okay, Mom, I like you!"
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