“You’re getting to be a big boy. Snowflakes, snowflakes. I hope, I hope, I hope. Caillou just couldn’t wait for the first snow of winter. Every morning, he wished for snow.”
“No snow yet. Caillou knew he had to wait a little longer, but it was hard. He wanted to play in the snow.”
“No snow yet. All morning, Caillou watched and waited for the snow to fall.”
“Still no snow. Don’t worry, Caillou. The forecast said it would snow today. You just have to be patient. Sometimes waiting for something is the hardest thing to do.”
“Come on, Gilbert. You can do it. Wow, jump, Gilbert!”
“Caillou was trying to teach Gilbert a new trick, but Gilbert wasn’t very interested.”
“Come on, Gilbert. You can do it. Jump. Lie down, Gilbert. Lie down. Stay, Gilbert.”
“What is it, Caillou?”
“It’s snowflakes. Aren’t they pretty? Can I go outside and play?”
“Of course you can.”
“Caillou was in a big hurry to go outside. Wow, there. I think you’ll be walking around in circles like that. I look like a duck. Quack, quack.”
“I’m gonna build a snowman.”
“I don’t think there’s enough snow for that yet, Caillou.”
“Caillou knew mommy was right. There wasn’t enough snow for a snowman, but he could still make snow angels.”
“Caillou started thinking about the snowman he was going to build when there was more snow. How he imagined himself building the biggest snowman ever.”
“Wow, look at the size of that. What’s so funny?”
“Oh, hi Sarah. I’m gonna build the biggest snowman in the whole world, but I have to wait until there’s more snow first.”
“Look, I can catch snowflakes. Hmm, I bet I can catch more snowflakes than you can. Ha ha.”
“Did you know that every snowflake is different?”
“They look the same to me.”
“That’s because they’re too small to really see. Wait here, I’ll be right back.”
“Caillou knew exactly what they needed to look at small things: a magnifying glass. Good idea.”
“They’re falling too fast, Caillou. Quick!”
“Caillou wondered how they were ever going to look at the snowflakes if they kept melting.”
“Look, it’s sticking over there. They are all different. It’s true, I told you.”
“Hey, how about we make our own snowflakes? Hello, come on, I’ll show you.”
“Sarah had learned how to make paper snowflakes at school, so she showed Caillou how to make them too. First, you take a piece of white paper and fold it into a square. Rosie, play too. Then you take the scissors. Rosie, no, Rosie, you’re too small. Why don’t you draw some snowflakes instead? Rosie, draw snowflakes.”
“These scissors are just for big kids like Sarah and me. What do I do next? Cut the corners very carefully. Then cut all around the edges to make different designs. Then you unfold the paper and ta-da!”
“Very good, Rosie. Caillou was proud of his snowflake, and he noticed something very special about it.”
“Look, they’re different, just like real snowflakes. Gilbert, look, we made snowflakes!”
“Watch this, Sarah. Gilbert, jump!”
“I guess Caillou really did teach Gilbert a new trick after all.”
“Caillou shoots, he scores!”
“Caillou loved to skate. He especially loved to skate really, really fast.”
“Look how fast I can go!”
“Wow, you’re as fast as a rocket!”
“Wow, upsy-daisy!”
“Hey, Happy DZ. How you could remember when he was just as shaky on skates as his little sister. He was very proud to be such a good skater now.”
“Hi, Billy. Hi, Caillou.”
“How you love to watch the big kids play hockey. They could skate so fast. He wanted to be just like them.”
“What do you say, sport? Had enough? How about a cup of hot chocolate?”
“Daddy, can I play hockey too?”
“Oh, I don’t know, Caillou. I’m big enough now, and I’m a good skater. As fast as a rocket.”
“Well, that’s true, but I don’t think you’re big enough to play on a team.”
“I could play with Billy.”
“Well, let’s ask him. Billy, can I play hockey with you sometime if you don’t mind?”
“Sure, we’re just fooling around. You can play with us whenever you like.”
“Thanks, Billy.”
“Well, I guess we’re going to have to get you some equipment.”
“Can I get a real hockey stick and gloves like Billy’s?”
“You bet, and skates too. Don’t forget.”
“The next day, Daddy took Caillou to a sports store to buy hockey equipment.”
“This is the second-hand equipment. When kids get too big for their gear, they trade it in here for larger sizes.”
“Too big. Here, try this. Too small. Just right.”
“It doesn’t hurt, Daddy. Good. Here, try these on. Let’s go. I want to show Mommy and Rosie.”
“Wait a minute, aren’t you forgetting the two most important things of all? Distinct Park.”
“Daddy found a hockey stick, but it was too long for Caillou. So the man in the store cut it to the exact right length. And now Caillou had everything he needed to play hockey with Billy. He was so excited.”
“Look, they’re different, just like real snowflakes. Gilbert, look, we made snowflakes!”
“Watch this, Sarah. Gilbert, jump!”
“I guess Caillou really did teach Gilbert a new trick after all.”
“Caillou shoots, he scores!”
“Caillou loved to skate. He especially loved to skate really, really fast.”
“Look how fast I can go!”
“Wow, you’re as fast as a rocket!”
“Wow, upsy-daisy!”
“Hey, Happy DZ. How you could remember when he was just as shaky on skates as his little sister. He was very proud to be such a good skater now.”
“Hi, Billy. Hi, Caillou.”
“How you love to watch the big kids play hockey. They could skate so fast. He wanted to be just like them.”
“What do you say, sport? Had enough? How about a cup of hot chocolate?”
“Daddy, can I play hockey too?”
“Oh, I don’t know, Caillou. I’m big enough now, and I’m a good skater. As fast as a rocket.”
“Well, that’s true, but I don’t think you’re big enough to play on a team.”
“I could play with Billy.”
“Well, let’s ask him. Billy, can I play hockey with you sometime if you don’t mind?”
“Sure, we’re just fooling around. You can play with us whenever you like.”
“Thanks, Billy.”
“Well, I guess we’re going to have to get you some equipment.”
“Can I get a real hockey stick and gloves like Billy’s?”
“You bet, and skates too. Don’t forget.”
“The next day, Daddy took Caillou to a sports store to buy hockey equipment.”
“This is the second-hand equipment. When kids get too big for their gear, they trade it in here for larger sizes.”
“Too big. Here, try this. Too small. Just right.”
“It doesn’t hurt, Daddy. Good. Here, try these on. Let’s go. I want to show Mommy and Rosie.”
“Wait a minute, aren’t you forgetting the two most important things of all? Distinct Park.”
“Daddy found a hockey stick, but it was too long for Caillou. So the man in the store cut it to the exact right length. And now Caillou had everything he needed to play hockey with Billy. He was so excited.”
“This is my hockey stick and my gloves, and you can’t fit in here.”
“Very nice, Caillou. You can knock on my head and it doesn’t even hurt, Rosie. Hey, use head, hide!”
“The next day, Daddy helped Caillou practice shooting the puck. Yay, that’s a pretty good shot there, sport. Yeah, nice shot, Caillou.”
“That afternoon, Caillou couldn’t wait to get on the ice. He knew he was ready to play with the big kids.”
“Take it slow, Caillou. Remember, it’s not easy to play hockey.”
“Hey, Caillou. Daddy was right. It was harder than Caillou thought it would be.”
“They’re pretty good, aren’t they?”
“I’m not good enough. I don’t want to play anymore.”
“Hey, Caillou. I thought you did pretty well for your first time out. Remember, Billy and his friends have been playing a lot longer than you.”
“I guess so.”
“I’ve got something for you. This used to be mine when I was young.”
“Wow, thanks, Daddy. It’s a little big yet. If you keep practicing, by the time this fits you, you’ll be able to play just as well as Billy and his friends. Really? You bet.”
“Now, I think I know a good place to go and practice.”
“How you love going over to skate at Leo’s house because he had his very own backyard rink. Whoa!”
“Now you pass it to me.”
“Hi, Leo. Was glad to be practicing with his best friend. He knew they would get better together. Whoa!”
“Leo shoots, he scores, with an assist by Caillou.”
“That night, Caillou was very tired from all his hockey practice, but he was happy. He knew that someday, when he was big enough to wear Daddy’s jersey, he’d be a really good hockey player.”
“Practice makes perfect. Once is not enough. You gotta practice day and night, over and over and over again. You’ve got to practice ’til it’s right.”
“I remember when I wanted to learn to skate, so I practiced over and over again, and soon I could skate great.”
“Practice makes perfect. That’s what I say. Practice makes perfect every day. Practice makes perfect. I’ll say it again. Practice, and you’ll succeed in the end.”
“Playing soccer is hard. You’ve gotta give it your best try, right? We’ll practice over and over again, and soon you’ll kick real high.”
“Practice makes perfect. That’s what I say. Practice makes perfect every day. Practice makes perfect, again. Practice, and you’ll succeed in the end. Practice, and you’ll succeed in the end.”
“Hey, you! Goes tobogganing. Caillou was very excited this morning. He couldn’t wait to get to play school.”
“You’re certainly keen to go to school today, Caillou.”
“Today, we’re going tobogganing, huh? Do you have to bring your toboggan?”
“Yes, I’m going to take my green space racer.”
“Oh, Caillou, why are you just telling me this now? It’s time to go.”
“Don’t you know where my toboggan is?”
“I’m not sure. We haven’t been tobogganing yet this year, but let’s look quickly.”
“Mommy and Caillou looked in the basement, and they looked under the stairs. They even looked in the attic, but they couldn’t find Caillou’s toboggan anywhere.”
“I’m sure we’ll find your toboggan tonight, but I need it today.”
“I’m sorry, Caillou, but we have to go. Maybe there will be extra toboggans at school.”
“Caillou was sad that he didn’t have his toboggan.”
“There are no extra toboggans, Caillou, but I’m sure someone will share theirs with you. Goodbye, Caillou. Try to smile, honey. I’m sure you’ll still have fun. Bye, Mommy.”
“Oh, I can’t wait to go to the park. Did you bring a green space racer, Caillou?”
“No, we couldn’t find it.”
“You can use mine. We’ll take turns.”
“Thanks, Leo, but I want to have my own toboggan.”
“Come along, everyone. It’s time for lunch.”
“Are you finished with your lunch? Yes, good. Can you come with me for a minute?”
“Well, what do you think?”
“It’s just an empty box.”
“It is now, but I think you could make it into something else. Like a toboggan.”
“A tough bargain? Yes, we used boxes as toboggans all the time. Some of them were really fast.”
“Would it be alright if I decorated it a little?”
“That’s a wonderful idea. I bet your friends will help too.”
“Caillou spent lots of time decorating his box. He wanted it to look extra special.”
“Are you trying to make it look like a race car?”
“No, I wanted it to look like the bobsleds I saw on TV.”
“Oh, finished. It looks great.”
“Yeah, it better go a hundred miles an hour.”
“Hmm, I hope so. Thanks for helping me decorate it.”
“What? Yeah, I’m not sure what has more paint on it, the toboggan or your faces. Let’s clean up, everyone. It’s almost time to go to the park.”
“When Caillou and his friends got to the park, they had all sorts of fun playing in the snow.”
“Who’s ready to go tobogganing? Come on, Caillou. What are you waiting for?”
“What if my toboggan won’t slide? Miss Martin said it would.”
“Come on, I’ll race you to the top of the hill.”
“Is everyone ready? Ready. Ready. Set, go!”
“Wow, you went the farthest. Can I try out your toboggan, Caillou? I want a turn too.”
“Sure, everybody can have a turn.”
“Caillou was proud of the toboggan he’d made and was glad it was big enough to share with all his friends.”
