Kids Are...Well, Kids
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Here are some of my favorite conversations with kids.
Five-year-old boy: The people in the congregation say I am very handsome.
Me: Did you believe them?
Boy: Well, for a couple of times I heard you say the same thing about me.
A four-year-old girl reviewing for her Science exam asked me to draw objects so that she could identify them as either Living Things or Non-Living things. I drew a flower.
Girl: Has this been plucked?
Me: (Not knowing what to answer, I erased the picture of the flower and I drew a tree instead.)
My then 5-year-old nephew on seeing a spider on its web for the very first time:
"Hey Auntie, come and see what I've found in your garden! It's something so little, it's moving, and it looks like Spider Man!"
My brother needed some cash so he prepared to go to the nearest ATM machine, a good 10-minute-walk under the scorching sun. My five-year-old nephew wanted to tag along and his father could not stop him, so I sensed my brother needed some help.
Me: The ATM machine is so far away from here.
Nephew: (teary-eyed) Like... how far is it?
Me: You will cross 7 seas and climb 10 mountains.
After about an hour, I saw my brother and my nephew arriving home, both drenched in sweat.
Nephew: Oh, Auntie... my dad and I have just been to the nearest ATM machine. We crossed 7 seas and climbed 10 mountains....
One day I hugged a cute, chubby little girl so tightly.
Little Girl: Hey, don't squeeze me. I'm not a lemon.
Me: If you say bad words, Grandfather Diego will come here and cut off your tongue.
Four-year-old nephew: The dentist told me that someday, when I lose a tooth, another tooth will grow. If Grandfather Diego cuts my tongue, will another tongue grow?
Oh... I wish I could be a kid again!