“You’re getting to be a big boy,” it was a cold winter morning and it had been snowing all night. Caillou was getting dressed to go to play school, and he even remembered to put on his hat. “I can’t see,” he said. He didn’t want to be late because today they would be doing arts and crafts. “I’m ready, Mommy,” he announced. “You might have to wait for me, Caillou. I’ve looked everywhere, but I can’t find the car keys,” his mom replied. “Here they are, they were in that boot,” Caillou said, handing over the keys. “Thanks, sweetie. I guess I’ll have to find a better place to keep these keys, or I’ll make us both late. Where’s the car? It disappeared,” his mom wondered. “Oh, it disappeared under all that snow. We’d better get to work,” she decided. Caillou liked to help his mom shovel snow; it was fun. When all the snow was off the car, Caillou and his mom tried to warm up, but it was very chilly. “Oh, the car doesn’t like the cold weather. It’s having a bad day too. Don’t worry, Caillou. When things go wrong, it’s best to look on the bright side. At least you found the car keys for me. How about we ask Grandpa to drive you to play school?” she suggested. “Okay,” Caillou agreed. After getting ready, he said, “I’ll be back later to pick you up. Mommy will be busy getting the car fixed. Sounds like she’s having a bad day.” At play school, Caillou decided, “I’m gonna make a present for mommy.” That’s a great idea, Caillou,” his teacher said. Caillou tried to think of something that would make his mom happy, like a fan to blow away the snow, or the warmest coat in the world, or even better, a big warm sun to melt all the snow so it could be summertime. After making his sun, he painted it yellow. “Okay, see, he’s smiling,” he said. After snack time, Caillou decided to check on his present for his mom. “Can I see, Caillou?” Clementine asked, accidentally breaking his sun. “Sorry, Caillou. It looks like your sun’s wearing sunglasses,” she said. Caillou decided he liked his sun even better this way. “Good work, Caillou. Sometimes when things go wrong, they still work out for the best,” his teacher said.
It looks like the car’s fixed. Maybe it wasn’t such a bad day after all. I couldn’t wait to give mommy the sun he made. “Hello, Caillou. I need you,” mommy said, holding the sun. “Oh, thank you. It’s just what I needed to see on a cold afternoon. I was having a bad day, but this makes it a whole lot better,” she said with a smile. “And I know just where this can go, a little higher. What do you think?” she asked, hanging the sun on the wall. “I think it’s perfect,” Caillou replied. “And now let’s see if it works,” mommy said, reaching for the car keys. “Keys, please. Hmm, not again. They must be around here somewhere.” “Your mommy, what would I do without you? Now you’ll always remember where your keys are and will always remember to look on the bright side when we’re having a bad day,” mommy said, giving Caillou a hug. “Thanks to Caillou.”
Caillou the Chef: Pizza Time
Caillou was very excited because his friends, the twins Jason and Jeffrey, were coming over to play, and they were staying for lunch. “What are we having for lunch, mommy?” Caillou asked. “I thought you can make your own pizzas,” mommy replied. “Yay! You can help me by washing those mushrooms,” Caillou said.
“Hi Jason, hi Jeffrey,” Caillou greeted his friends as they arrived. “Hi Caillou, are you ready to make our own lunch?” Jason asked. “That’s what we’re gonna make,” Caillou replied. “Mmm, snail sandwiches,” Jeffrey suggested. “How about snake soup?” Jason added. “No, I know! Spider pie. I’m gonna make a glow-in-the-dark spider we can eat,” Caillou said excitedly. “Sorry, boys, no. We’re gonna make our own pizzas,” mommy intervened.
“I’ve never made a pizza before,” Jason admitted. “Me neither,” Jeffrey added. “I have lots of times. I’ll show you how. Come on,” Caillou said, leading his friends to the kitchen.
“Okay, boys. Now that you’ve washed your hands, we’re ready to start. Here’s your pizza dough,” mommy instructed. “The first thing you have to do is roll your dough flat like this,” Caillou demonstrated. “Ah, making pizzas, are we?” daddy walked in. “Did you know that I once worked in a pizzeria?” he added. “Really? Wow!” the boys exclaimed. “You need a lot of practice before you can do this. You see, it’s all in the wrist action,” daddy said, twirling the dough. “Oh, maybe you boys should just stick to the rolling pin,” mommy suggested, chuckling. “I better go wash up,” daddy said, leaving the kitchen.
“What do we do now, Caillou?” Jason asked. “Next, you put on the tomato sauce and spread it all around,” Caillou explained. “I don’t like sauce much,” Jeffrey commented. “I like lots of sauce,” Jason said. “Well, that’s not the right way to make pizza, but now comes the most fun part. You make a smiley face with the mushrooms,” Caillou said, placing the mushrooms on his pizza. “Now, I don’t like mushrooms,” Jeffrey said. “I do. I’m gonna make a spider on my pizza,” Jason said, arranging the mushrooms in the shape of a spider.
I need something to make my spider’s legs. Let’s see what I can find. How about carrots? Can I have some broccoli, please? Broccoli and carrot sticks don’t go on pizzas. Caillou was upset that the twins were making their pizzas all wrong. Everyone can make their pizza how they like. Caillou, can I put my spider on too? Well, I don’t know about that. Let’s just stick to food, okay? Caillou imagined he was a real chef in a pizzeria. Let’s make some pizzas, okay, Chef Caillou?
Oops, see Caillou? I made a spider, and I made a flag for the spider to eat. Yum yum! They’ll be ready in 30 minutes, so you boys can go and play. I know what we can play. Welcome to Caillou’s restaurant. Here’s our menu. Hmm, I don’t know what to have. We don’t have any spiders, snakes, or snails, but we do have pizza, and you can have any topping you want. I’ll take a dump truck and a yo-yo. Ha ha! And I’ll have a salt puppet and some puzzle pieces. That was good, but I’m still hungry, Caillou.
Boys, the pizzas are ready. I’ll trade you a slice of my spider for a slice of your smiley face. Well, okay. Mmm, the carrots make it nice and crunchy. The three boys had a good time trying each other’s pizzas, and Caillou learned that there really is more than one way to make a pizza.
Now, let’s move on to cooking. Would you like to help me cook something today? Okay, Mom, we’re cooking! We’re cooking today! We’re cooking! I’ll show you the way. We’re cooking! We’re cooking today! We’re gonna bake a chocolate cake. First, we take a little powder, put it in a mixing bowl, add eggs, butter, sugar, milk. Stir it up well. That’s the go into the oven. The cake will go. Be careful, ’cause the oven’s hot. We have to wait till the cake is done. Let’s take a look at what we’ve got. Now, let’s put the icing on. Yeah, I think it’s ready soon. Don’t forget that we have to clean up. Caillou, would you like to lick the spoon? For cooking, we bake the cake. We’re cooking! Can’t find to make burger again. Don’t get a bellyache, night or day. Right this way for real gourmet. Caillou’s cafe. Thank you. We’re gonna need a… Caillou the Painter.
Caillou the painter. Here’s another one. Caillou was helping mommy sort the laundry. His job was matching all the socks. Pink and pink. You’re very good at matching socks. Last one, here you go. Hmm, I need another blue sock. It’s not in here. Maybe it’s still in the washing machine. Uh-huh, here it is. Oh dear, this stain didn’t wash out of Daddy’s shirt. I guess I’ll have to make cleaning rags out of it. Mommy, can I have it? If you like, but I’d better shorten those sleeves or you’ll trip over them. I can’t find my hands. Look, Daddy, I’ll wear your shirt. Mommy cut off the sleeves. That looks like a good paint shirt. A picture coming. That’s right, Grandma just called, and she’s coming for lunch. Can I paint a picture for Grandma in my paint shirt?
Sure, we can set up your painting things in the backyard. Why don’t we go out and pick a nice flower for Grandma? Yeah, a pea flower for Grandma. Hold on there, sweetie. First, the sunblock, then we can go outside. Caillou knew that you had to put sunblock on when you went outside on a sunny day. You’re going to need some of this too. I can do it. Oh, this is a good sunny day. Peach shirt, ha ha ha. Come on, Caillou, let’s get your painting gear. There you go, you’re all set.
Caillou couldn’t wait to get started on his painting. He wanted to make something extra special for Grandma. “Calvert, I’m trying to paint,” he said. “Hmm, I’m going to paint a picture of Gilbert.” “How about a nice rose?” “Baby flower, would you like a lily?” “Okay, a daisy flower.” Caillou liked his painting of Gilbert, but he wanted to paint something even more special for Grandma. “I’m gonna paint a picture of Rosie,” he said. Caillou liked his painting of Rosie too, but it wasn’t quite what he wanted to give Grandma either. Caillou was having a hard time figuring out what to paint for Grandma.
“Hello, Caillou. What should I paint?” Caillou asked his mommy. “What about a tree? I want to use lots of colors,” Caillou said. “What can I paint that has lots of colors?” “You could always make an abstract painting,” mommy suggested. “Abstract? What does that mean?” Caillou asked. “Abstract means you don’t have to paint anything in particular. You can use whatever colors you want and make any kind of shapes you want, like circles and triangles and stars,” mommy explained. “Sure, whatever you like,” she added. Caillou thought abstract paintings sounded like fun.
After some time, Caillou finished his abstract painting. “Oh, that’s a beautiful painting, Caillou,” mommy said. “I’m sure Grandma will love it.” “Thank you, daddy,” Caillou said. “It’s a bit messy,” he added. “That’s okay, Caillou. Paint shirts are supposed to get messy. It shows how hard you worked on your painting,” daddy reassured him. “Yes, yes, good,” Caillou agreed. “Maybe for paint shirts, but you still need to wash your face and hands before lunch,” mommy reminded him.
Later, when Grandma arrived, Caillou proudly showed her the flower he picked and pressed. “This flower was for you, Grandma,” he said. “Oh, thank you, Rosie,” Grandma said. “It’s beautiful.” “Hi, Grandma. I painted this for you,” Caillou said, showing her his abstract painting. “How wonderful! Thank you, Caillou,” Grandma said with a smile. “Oh, which way does it go?” Caillou asked. “I’m not sure,” Grandma replied. “Then it’s an extra-special work of art because you can look at it any which way, really,” she added. “And now we have two beautiful works of art. You know, three. Gilbert is a work of art too,” Caillou said happily.
It looks like the car’s fixed. Maybe it wasn’t such a bad day after all. I couldn’t wait to give mommy the sun he made. “Hello, Caillou. I need you,” mommy said, holding the sun. “Oh, thank you. It’s just what I needed to see on a cold afternoon. I was having a bad day, but this makes it a whole lot better,” she said with a smile. “And I know just where this can go, a little higher. What do you think?” she asked, hanging the sun on the wall. “I think it’s perfect,” Caillou replied. “And now let’s see if it works,” mommy said, reaching for the car keys. “Keys, please. Hmm, not again. They must be around here somewhere.” “Your mommy, what would I do without you? Now you’ll always remember where your keys are and will always remember to look on the bright side when we’re having a bad day,” mommy said, giving Caillou a hug. “Thanks to Caillou.”
Caillou the Chef: Pizza Time
Caillou was very excited because his friends, the twins Jason and Jeffrey, were coming over to play, and they were staying for lunch. “What are we having for lunch, mommy?” Caillou asked. “I thought you can make your own pizzas,” mommy replied. “Yay! You can help me by washing those mushrooms,” Caillou said.
“Hi Jason, hi Jeffrey,” Caillou greeted his friends as they arrived. “Hi Caillou, are you ready to make our own lunch?” Jason asked. “That’s what we’re gonna make,” Caillou replied. “Mmm, snail sandwiches,” Jeffrey suggested. “How about snake soup?” Jason added. “No, I know! Spider pie. I’m gonna make a glow-in-the-dark spider we can eat,” Caillou said excitedly. “Sorry, boys, no. We’re gonna make our own pizzas,” mommy intervened.
“I’ve never made a pizza before,” Jason admitted. “Me neither,” Jeffrey added. “I have lots of times. I’ll show you how. Come on,” Caillou said, leading his friends to the kitchen.
“Okay, boys. Now that you’ve washed your hands, we’re ready to start. Here’s your pizza dough,” mommy instructed. “The first thing you have to do is roll your dough flat like this,” Caillou demonstrated. “Ah, making pizzas, are we?” daddy walked in. “Did you know that I once worked in a pizzeria?” he added. “Really? Wow!” the boys exclaimed. “You need a lot of practice before you can do this. You see, it’s all in the wrist action,” daddy said, twirling the dough. “Oh, maybe you boys should just stick to the rolling pin,” mommy suggested, chuckling. “I better go wash up,” daddy said, leaving the kitchen.
“What do we do now, Caillou?” Jason asked. “Next, you put on the tomato sauce and spread it all around,” Caillou explained. “I don’t like sauce much,” Jeffrey commented. “I like lots of sauce,” Jason said. “Well, that’s not the right way to make pizza, but now comes the most fun part. You make a smiley face with the mushrooms,” Caillou said, placing the mushrooms on his pizza. “Now, I don’t like mushrooms,” Jeffrey said. “I do. I’m gonna make a spider on my pizza,” Jason said, arranging the mushrooms in the shape of a spider.
I need something to make my spider’s legs. Let’s see what I can find. How about carrots? Can I have some broccoli, please? Broccoli and carrot sticks don’t go on pizzas. Caillou was upset that the twins were making their pizzas all wrong. Everyone can make their pizza how they like. Caillou, can I put my spider on too? Well, I don’t know about that. Let’s just stick to food, okay? Caillou imagined he was a real chef in a pizzeria. Let’s make some pizzas, okay, Chef Caillou?
Oops, see Caillou? I made a spider, and I made a flag for the spider to eat. Yum yum! They’ll be ready in 30 minutes, so you boys can go and play. I know what we can play. Welcome to Caillou’s restaurant. Here’s our menu. Hmm, I don’t know what to have. We don’t have any spiders, snakes, or snails, but we do have pizza, and you can have any topping you want. I’ll take a dump truck and a yo-yo. Ha ha! And I’ll have a salt puppet and some puzzle pieces. That was good, but I’m still hungry, Caillou.
Boys, the pizzas are ready. I’ll trade you a slice of my spider for a slice of your smiley face. Well, okay. Mmm, the carrots make it nice and crunchy. The three boys had a good time trying each other’s pizzas, and Caillou learned that there really is more than one way to make a pizza.
Now, let’s move on to cooking. Would you like to help me cook something today? Okay, Mom, we’re cooking! We’re cooking today! We’re cooking! I’ll show you the way. We’re cooking! We’re cooking today! We’re gonna bake a chocolate cake. First, we take a little powder, put it in a mixing bowl, add eggs, butter, sugar, milk. Stir it up well. That’s the go into the oven. The cake will go. Be careful, ’cause the oven’s hot. We have to wait till the cake is done. Let’s take a look at what we’ve got. Now, let’s put the icing on. Yeah, I think it’s ready soon. Don’t forget that we have to clean up. Caillou, would you like to lick the spoon? For cooking, we bake the cake. We’re cooking! Can’t find to make burger again. Don’t get a bellyache, night or day. Right this way for real gourmet. Caillou’s cafe. Thank you. We’re gonna need a… Caillou the Painter.
Caillou the painter. Here’s another one. Caillou was helping mommy sort the laundry. His job was matching all the socks. Pink and pink. You’re very good at matching socks. Last one, here you go. Hmm, I need another blue sock. It’s not in here. Maybe it’s still in the washing machine. Uh-huh, here it is. Oh dear, this stain didn’t wash out of Daddy’s shirt. I guess I’ll have to make cleaning rags out of it. Mommy, can I have it? If you like, but I’d better shorten those sleeves or you’ll trip over them. I can’t find my hands. Look, Daddy, I’ll wear your shirt. Mommy cut off the sleeves. That looks like a good paint shirt. A picture coming. That’s right, Grandma just called, and she’s coming for lunch. Can I paint a picture for Grandma in my paint shirt?
Sure, we can set up your painting things in the backyard. Why don’t we go out and pick a nice flower for Grandma? Yeah, a pea flower for Grandma. Hold on there, sweetie. First, the sunblock, then we can go outside. Caillou knew that you had to put sunblock on when you went outside on a sunny day. You’re going to need some of this too. I can do it. Oh, this is a good sunny day. Peach shirt, ha ha ha. Come on, Caillou, let’s get your painting gear. There you go, you’re all set.
Caillou couldn’t wait to get started on his painting. He wanted to make something extra special for Grandma. “Calvert, I’m trying to paint,” he said. “Hmm, I’m going to paint a picture of Gilbert.” “How about a nice rose?” “Baby flower, would you like a lily?” “Okay, a daisy flower.” Caillou liked his painting of Gilbert, but he wanted to paint something even more special for Grandma. “I’m gonna paint a picture of Rosie,” he said. Caillou liked his painting of Rosie too, but it wasn’t quite what he wanted to give Grandma either. Caillou was having a hard time figuring out what to paint for Grandma.
“Hello, Caillou. What should I paint?” Caillou asked his mommy. “What about a tree? I want to use lots of colors,” Caillou said. “What can I paint that has lots of colors?” “You could always make an abstract painting,” mommy suggested. “Abstract? What does that mean?” Caillou asked. “Abstract means you don’t have to paint anything in particular. You can use whatever colors you want and make any kind of shapes you want, like circles and triangles and stars,” mommy explained. “Sure, whatever you like,” she added. Caillou thought abstract paintings sounded like fun.
After some time, Caillou finished his abstract painting. “Oh, that’s a beautiful painting, Caillou,” mommy said. “I’m sure Grandma will love it.” “Thank you, daddy,” Caillou said. “It’s a bit messy,” he added. “That’s okay, Caillou. Paint shirts are supposed to get messy. It shows how hard you worked on your painting,” daddy reassured him. “Yes, yes, good,” Caillou agreed. “Maybe for paint shirts, but you still need to wash your face and hands before lunch,” mommy reminded him.
Later, when Grandma arrived, Caillou proudly showed her the flower he picked and pressed. “This flower was for you, Grandma,” he said. “Oh, thank you, Rosie,” Grandma said. “It’s beautiful.” “Hi, Grandma. I painted this for you,” Caillou said, showing her his abstract painting. “How wonderful! Thank you, Caillou,” Grandma said with a smile. “Oh, which way does it go?” Caillou asked. “I’m not sure,” Grandma replied. “Then it’s an extra-special work of art because you can look at it any which way, really,” she added. “And now we have two beautiful works of art. You know, three. Gilbert is a work of art too,” Caillou said happily.
