When my daughters were young, they said some pretty amazing things—some of them profound, some of them funny, some of them so sweet they’d melt your heart. I thought I’d remember them forever. A few I did; most I did not. So when the grandchildren started to say things I didn’t want to forget, I got a notebook and wrote them down. I thought I’d share some of the more memorable moments in this week’s blog. The names have been withheld to protect the innocent (and their parents)!
Four-year-old boy: His mother lifted him up for a hug and a kiss and said, “Pretty soon you’ll be too big for me to pick up like this.” He replied, “It’s okay, Mom. When I am a man, I can carry you.” (Oh man, grab the tissues.)
Two-year-old girl: When she hit her aunt, her aunt told her, “We don’t use our hands that way.” So she kicked her. (You’ve got to be specific with this one.)
Three-year-old girl: I asked her if she was excited to be a big sister soon, and she responded, “I’m already big. Look, my feet are all the way down to the ground.” (Good point.)
Five-year-old boy: He was standing at the window, crying as his mother drove away. His sister called him a phony baloney and accused him of pretending to cry. He responded, “I wasn’t pretending. I was really trying to cry.” (It’s a fine line between pretending and trying.)
Four-year-old girl: When her mom got after her for sticking out her tongue, she replied, “I was just stretching my tongue.” (Hmm…wonder if she stretches her finger now that she’s older?)
A conversation between six-year-old boy and his four-year-old sister:
Boy: I wish I didn’t have to get married.
Girl: I don’t really want to either, but life happens. I thought you wanted to marry Mom?
Boy: Well, I did, but she’s already married You can’t go around stealing other peoples’ wives.
Seven-year-old girl: She announced that she was going to marry Justin Bieber, but it might be a bit awkward because he’d be an old man by the time she was old enough to marry. (Just one of the many reasons it would be creepy.)
Four-year-old girl: She told me that her preschool teacher taught her sign language. I responded, “That’s nice.” She said, “She’s just doing her job. That’s what she gets paid for.” (Wow.)
Three-year-old girl: We were playing Mad Libs, and she didn’t yet know her parts of speech, so on her turn, her mother would prompt her. When we needed an adjective, mom asked her, “How does Grandma look?” She thought a moment and then responded, “Hideous.” (What?!? I’m sure she didn’t know what hideous means.)
Four-year-old girl’s definition of imagination: When you go somewhere but not really. You just think about it, and it takes you there. That’s imagination.” (Indeed it is.)
If you have small children in your life, you no doubt have some great stories. Please share them.