Our
grandson, Daniel, who just turned 5, absolutely loves his robots! He
has never ever said he's tired, even when asked, because he doesn't want
to admit it and have to go to bed. Somehow he reasons that if he isn't
tired, he doesn't need to go to bed. The other night, his mom told me
how Daniel was SO TIRED, and was yawning and rubbing his eyes. Then in a
slow motion robot voice, he said, "Powering down ... P-o-w-e-r-i-n-g
d-o-w-n!" ~ Lois
I wanted to share a sweet conversation between my daughter and our three year old grandson. His bedroom is upstairs, while theirs is on the main level.
I wanted to share a sweet conversation between my daughter and our three year old grandson. His bedroom is upstairs, while theirs is on the main level.
Mom: Good morning, Brayden! Did you sleep well and have good dreams?
Brayden: Yesh I did. Jesus was in my room holding me and keeping me safe.
Mom: Really? that's pretty cool. Was it because you were scared?
Brayden: No, I wasn't scared of anyfing, but he was just keeping me safe when you and Daddy were downstairs sleeping. ~ Sue in Georgia
Patrick (4), said this, on one spring-like February day: “I have a summer headache!” ~ Grace in Pennsylvania
I was cutting her grandson, Landon's, (1st grader) hair the other day
and he asked me, " Who will cut my hair when you die?" ~ Beth in
Virginia
Our
grandson, Daniel, 5, was asked a question by his mother, but he
couldn't tell her the answer just then. He came up with a great answer
though, telling his mom that his memory card was already full! ~ Lois
Glad my kids are outgoing but sometimes I just don't know what to do with their comments. We were in a store for five minutes and the sales associate was asked if he had a kid named Malakai, told to shave, and that he has a good lookin' suit. ~ Danielle in Alabama
Our
five year old granddaughter, Ryan Elizabeth, was asked by her teacher
what her favorite color was. "All the colors in the rainbow!" was
Ryan's reply! Just like her grandma! ~ Lois
There was a knock at the door. It was a small boy, about six years
old. Something of his had found its way into my garage, he said, and he
wanted it back. Upon opening the garage door, I noticed two additions: a
baseball and a broken window sporting a baseball-sized hole. "How do
you suppose this ball got in here?" I asked the boy.
Taking one look at the ball, one look at the window, and one look at me, the boy exclaimed, "Wow! I must have thrown it right through that hole!" -- Cited on ArcaMax.com
Taking one look at the ball, one look at the window, and one look at me, the boy exclaimed, "Wow! I must have thrown it right through that hole!" -- Cited on ArcaMax.com
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