A few weeks ago 6+ year old Dinkum came home from school and handed me this photo.
"I drew space for you grandma!"
Grandma: Can you tell me what everything is?
Dinkum: It's the planets.
The one that is frowning is Pluto. He's mad because he's the smallest!
Some recent 4+ year old Mizelle conversations:
One day I walked out to the garage by myself and picked up a sack which fell apart. Two Butternut squash fell to the floor which startled me. I think I yelled "OH NO."
When I got back into the house Mizelle was looking at the door.
Mizelle: Gwamma... who did you say 'hi' to?
Gwamma: No one. I was talking to myself.
Mizelle: Can I say hello?
Mizelle: Gwamma.... Gwamma... sumptins wong with my foot."
Gwamma: Does it hurt?
Mizelle: NO... it won't let me put my sock on!
I had to run some errands and I had my "list" in the front seat. When Mizelle and I hopped out of the car the wind was blowing and I quickly nabbed my list before it blew away.
Mizelle: Can I read that? (she doesn't read)
Gwamma: No... this is my list and I'm hanging on to it.
Mizelle: Can I carry it?
Gwamma: Not today. I don't want to lose it.
Mizelle: Gwamma. I'm NOT a loser.
Mizelle: Gwamma, have you ever seen a midget.
Gwamma: A few
Mizelle: Where ?
Gwamma: I saw one when I was a teenager.
Mizelle: I saw you when you were a teenager.
Gwamma sighs: Uh.... you weren't born yet.
Mizelle: I saw you... cuz I peaked. Hey.... look at the moon, it is little, too.
Gwamma: Oh yea... it looks little but it really isn't.
Mizelle: It has smoke on it.
Gwamma: That is a misty cloud.
Mizelle: It's a broken cloud......... I think a midget broke it.
A chilly afternoon we went to the park and took two of the neighbor children. Mizelle and Brookie spent most of the time there on this swing. After a while the boys joined them. I pulled out my cell phone to take this quick snap.
Things were getting quite rowdy when 6+ year old Brookie (with the faux fur collar and knit cap) called out:
If you are gonna throw up, turn your face the other way.