Not since my sister announced, at five, she was in desperate need of a rake before she could attend kinder-garden, have I been so amused by five years olds. I want to squeeze them. Not because they call me "Mrs. Bamboozen," which is quite funny. And definitely not because they have more productive sneezes than, say, a hog with hayfever. I've even become somewhat immune to the charming lisps and enormous, innocent eyes. It's merely conversations like this:
Curly Haired Girl: Mrs. Bamboozen? Did you know that I speak three languages?
Me: Really? That's impressive, which ones?
CHG: (twirling hair) Let's see, Arabic, Chinese and Spanish.
Me: Wow. That's going to come in handy for you. Can you speak a little Chinese for me?
CHG: (Not missing a beat) Well, I forgot it just now. But I'll probably remember it all when I get home.
That is what we call being positive, or pathological, or maybe both.
Here's another one:
A little girl comes up for "show and tell." The theme is pets. She is holding goldfish food and kitty treats.
Me: What would you like to tell us about these?
Girl: My mom said you're supposed to guess what my pets are.
Me: Oh, okay. (I call on quiet hands to guess this girl's pets) So, you have a goldfish and a cat?
Girl: (Beaming) Yep!
Me: Do they ever play together?
Girl: Only a little.
Talk about research that's fun.
1 comment:
Oh Lori, those are precious! I'd like to read more of them from time to time.
It took me a couple of moments to figure our why they call you Mrs. Bamboozen. What a great name for a character!
-- Tim
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