[SCRIPT] Caillou joins the Circus

カナダ人って陸続きなのに・・・アメリカ人とは全く違います。

カナダの女性は、本当に強いく、たくましいですよ。
人にも厳しいけど、自分にはもっと厳しい。
カイユのママにもそんな面が見て取れますね。

カナダの男性は、子供をあやすのが上手く、思いやりがあって優しい。
責任感も強く、アメリカ人のようないい加減さがない。

カイユのママとパパを見ると、カナダの家庭の在り方がよくわかります
仕事を持つ母親が多いのは、当然のように父親が子育てをしてくれるからですね

厳しい自然が精神を鍛えるのでしょうか。
カナダ人ってほんとうに素敵。



　

Come on, it's story time, kids!
Caillou doesn't look very happy. I wonder why?
Today's story's called, "Caillou joins the Circus".

Gilbert, I dreamed about a tiger.
Daddy's taking me to the circus today. He promised.
I'm getting dressed all by myself.
Daddy will be so happy!
Oops!
Ouch!
Oh, no! I forgot to brush my teeth.

Look, I've got dressed all by myself.
Ah, I can see that, and you did a very good job, but it's so early.
I won't be late for the circus.
The circus? Oh, no, Caillou. That's not today.
The circus isn't till tomorrow.
No! No! Today! I've got all dressed. It's today!
Come on, Caillou. Come downstairs, and help me make breakfast.
No! I don't want to (help you).
Vroom! Vroom! Silly o' car! Silly!(xn)
Caillou was in a very bad mood, because he wasn't going to the circus.
Caillou, stop all this racket! You woke up Rosie.
I want you to come downstairs right now.
Even Caillou's daddy was starting to get angry.
Why can't I go to the circus? I want to go to the circus.

Let's make toast. We can cut it into little duckies, like Grandma does.
No I don't wanna make dockies. That's for babies'.
Well then, how about a circus breakfast?
We can cut circus animals out of toast, to have with our boiled eggs.
But, wait a minute. We're missing something, something that comes before the circus animals.
Now what could that be?
A parade? A circus parade?
Of course. That's it!
I can get the eggs!
Oops!
Whoa! If you wanted scrambled eggs, you should've said so.
It's not my fault.
I know, Caillou. It wasn't anybody's fault. It was an accident.
Daddy, the toast!
Hot! Hot! Ouch! Ouch!
You can be in the circus, Daddy. You're a good juggler!
And Rosie, you can be the clown.
What's going on here?
We're having a circus.
Do you want to be in our parade, Mommy?
Oh. Are you going to be the lady who rides the horse?
I don't think so, sweetheart.
I think I'll be the lady who marches back to bed.