Kids Say

Youngsters see the world with fresh eyes and explore language in unique ways to describe what they experience. This post shares some absolutely wonderful preschooler comments and observations.

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Three year old, while painting: What do you get when you mix blue and orange?

Adult: I’m not sure.

Three year old, mixing blue and orange paint and smearing it onto paper: It makes a kind of brown. It looks like diarrhea!

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Preschooler: I know what “foot” starts with. (making the sound of the letter) F-f-f-f . It’s the letter F.

Adult: Cool. And what does it end with?

Preschooler: (Sounding it out) T-t-t-t. Toes!!!

Of course a foot ends with toes!

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Four year old: I want brown rice for supper. But not really dark brown. Not dark like this. (She closed her eyes to show how dark she meant.)

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Granddaughter: I am very fast. I can go one million one thousand.

Grandmother: Wow. That’s fast.

Granddaughter: That’s as old as you are!

 

 

Feeling Sorry

Sometimes I catch myself feeling  self-pity for my situation. It isn’t pretty and it fortunately doesn’t happen too often. But when I get tired it sometimes sneaks up on me. Thoughts of what I had once believed retirement would be – time on my hands, freedom to pursue new pass-times and the luxury to travel – fill my head.

Eventually,  I give my head a shake. “Really?” I ask myself. “You have the privilege of watching your grandchild grow and develop into an amazing person, and this is the fuel for a pity-party?”

Then I think about the women who are in a cruel battle with cancer. About women who have lost their mates or who are nursing them through  a debilitating illness. About women who are trying to rebuild a life after their spouse has decided they are done with the relationship after 25 or thirty years together. About women who have lost a child.

And I thank all the forces of goodness in the universe for making me so very lucky. Oh yeah, I have it  good.