4 English

The Human Body   Lelo has already been going to  school for a year.  The teacher likes him very much and he always goes willingly.  He gets up early and goes right to the bathroom.

He splashes a little bit of water  on his nose and on his cheeks and it seems to him that he has already washed well.  Of course, his mother comes behind him and scrubs well his ears, neck and other places where the water didn't enter well.

After washing, he himself, in front of the mirror, pushes a comb through his hair. He combs himself with a part on the side.  It's nice to see him so clean in the mornings.

He eats some cookies with milk which he likes a lot, and he leaves in a hurry for school, jumping from stone to stone.  Some days ago, on making a big step, he slipped, and besides twisting a foot, he scratched all his legs and arms. And it was luck  that he didn't break a tooth, because he hit his mouth against a stone and he tore his lower  lip.  He arrived home crying like a mad man, in a sea of tears.

At home, Lelo gets along best with grandpa.  He is always  up in his lap  asking him to tell stories.  Grandpa, who is very partial to Lelo, doesn't get  tired of spoiling him.  What Lelo likes most of all the stories is the name of the fingers: thumb, index  finger, middle finger, the ring finger and the pinky.

The other day, his father took him to Santiago, and since the little one has the dream of someday being a doctor, he took him to see the hospital.  While he was there, they arrived with several men hurt  in car accidents.  In the crash, the driver broke his ribs and his passenger his shin bones.  Of the ones in the back seat, one had dislocated his arm at the shoulder and of the other one, they feared that he had broken his spine in some place.  The child got scared from seeing so much blood and hearing so much crying.  He also didn't like the smell in the hallways of the hospital.  He returned home all sad because he didn't think he had the strength to bear a profession of such responsibility.

Lelo is very mischievous, like all the children of his age.  He is always doing tricks. There isn't a day that goes by that he doesn't have a fight with a neighbor's child. For less than nothing they go to blows. Seldom is the day that he doesn't arrive home without breath, with scratches on his face, bites on his ears,  lumps on his chin, bruises on his rear end, blows on his head.  They  fear that at any time he will arrive home with his brains out of his head, his eyebrow split, or his stomach skinned.  Now it's about time for his wisdom teeth  to come in!