The kid threads reminded me of a moment at my old parish’s (we have since moved to another state) coffee/dining/whatever room. There were some posters around announcing Patriarch Bartholomew’s visit to the USA. Eoin wanted to know who the man in the photograph was. I explained that he was our Patriarch.
“He is for me?” he asked.
I told him that he was pretty much right about that.
“He needs to come down off the stairs.” was Eoin’s response…
We went out for dinner with friends a few weeks ago. The woman commented that she’d tried to phone us earlier that day, and my daughter answered the phone oh so expertly.
Friend: Is your Mom there?
Daughter: Yes, but she’s in the shower with Daddy.
:smack:
I wonder now how many other people she’s told that to. I tell ya, I get no privacy any more.
A while back, I worked at a preschool. One little boy, three years old, became especially close to me. I babysit him sometimes. He’s a “challenging” little guy, but he likes- and listens to- me for some reason.
A few weeks ago, I went back to visit my old class, just to say “Hi.” They, obviously, have a new teacher. On my way out, the school director stopped me and asked if I could “Please have a talk with Jalen.” I asked her why, and what had he done. (He really can be difficult.)
Apparently, the new teacher has the same name as me. Jalen (the little guy) won’t listen to a thing she says. He just glares at her every time and declares "You are NOT the real Ms. Jes!
I’ve never laughed so hard in my life!
On September 8, 2001 I was watching my neighbor’s two kids. Her 8 year old son started talking about people who scare him. I told him about Oklahoma City and how someone had bombed a building and killed 168 people. He asked me why, and I explained it was a federal government building, and the person didn’t like the government.
His response: That’s just stupid. If you don’t like the government, move somewhere else. You don’t got to blow up buildings and kill people.
Three days later, I really remembered at those words.
When my son was 4 or 5, we had this weird, surreal conversation while we were driving. He kept talking about how all the buildings we were passing weren’t real buildings. I thought for a while he meant that they didn’t exist, but it turns out that he meant they weren’t alive, like those buildings you see in cartoons that have eyes and mouths and talk and stuff like that… those are the real houses…