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Storytime Bilingüe featuring “Azul Sombrero, Verde Sombrero”

Ever struggle getting dressed in the morning? It's a developmental milestone for toddlers as they gain the confidence and coordination to put on their clothes independently, and I can attest that as our little emerging bilinguals grow, they also become much more opinionated about what they want to wear! Not only does she like to pick out her outfit for each day, Maya also enjoys picking out what her little brother is going to wear. And now that she knows which shoes go on which feet, it definitely makes getting out of the house easier. Join us for our Storytime Bilingue this week to read the funny chronicles of a crazy little turkey who is trying to get dressed, but having a lot of difficulty!

This week, we continue our author study and read another Sandra Boynton board book in Spanish for our Bilingual Storytime. The book is titled Azul Sombrero, Verde Sombrero and teaches/reinforces colors and articles of clothing in Spanish. So follow along and learn how to say hat, shirt, shoes, pants, jacket, socks, red, yellow, blue, green, and purple in Spanish!


We actually have a copy of this book in English, but this was the first time we had read the Spanish translation. Almost the entire book is the same in both languages, except whenever the turkey tries to put something on in the English version it says, "Oops!" but the Spanish translation the text says, "Ah caramba!" That's not actually a saying we ever use in Spanish, so in the middle of story time, Maya asks me, "Que es caramba?" jajaja! 

This Storytime Bilingue is a part of our author study series we are doing for the month of August. So make sure to check back next week for another Sandra Boynton board book. 

















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