caillou learns to skate

Storyteller: This is the story of when Caillou learned to skate. It happened on a winter day, just like today. Ever since Caillou watched a hockey game with his Mommy and Daddy, he wanted to skate. So his Daddy made a skating rink in the backyard, and bought him his first pair of skates. Announcer: He shoots, he scores. Caillou: I wanna be a hockey player. Mommy: Good. But first we need to learn to skate. Caillou: I can skate fastest in the world. Look, Mommy. He fell down. Mommy: So I'll be skating with the world champion. That's great. Daddy: See, soon you'll be able to skate like this. Mommy: Okay, now the first thing you have to learn is how to stand. Storyteller: Caillou discovered that skating wasn't as easy as he thought it would be. Mommy: Oh, Caillou! Caillou: Mommy! Daddy: This should help until you get the hang of it. Mommy: And now you're ready to skate. Caillou: I don't wanna skate any more. It's too hard. Daddy: I know it isn't easy. But I'm very proud of you for trying. Let's do it again. Storyteller: Caillou was tired of falling and falling. But he did feel like trying one more time with his Daddy. Caillou: I want to try again. Mommy: Good for you. Daddy: You're doing great, Caillou. Caillou Oh, no. Look, Daddy. I can do it. Whoa! Yeah! Look at me. Mommy: Are you all right, Caillou? Caillou, you're skating, you're really skating. Caillou: Look Mommy, I'm skating. Daddy: Who wants some hot chocolate? Storyteller: After falling a lot, Caillou was finally getting the hang of it, except... Caillou: Mommy. Daddy. Mommy: Yes, dear. Daddy: I guess your next lesson will be how to turn. And then we'll have to think about getting you a hockey stick. Caillou: A hockey stick? Wow.