"How old are you Uncle Sean?" one of my friend's 5-year old kids asked.
"Guess," I said.
"Thirty!" she chimed.
"Higher," I answered.
"Forty!" she exclaimed.
"Lower," I replied.
"Fifty!" she shouted.
"Lower the other way," I suggested.
She did finally guess the correct answer by counting down to the right number -- and each number was proclaimed with just as much enthusiasm as the first few. What fun!
Showing posts with label Kid Logic. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Kid Logic. Show all posts
Wednesday, January 14, 2009
Saturday, August 16, 2008
Fine
I had lunch today with my friend Jeff. Jeff told me about the day his nine-year old son Daniel was explaining street signs as they drove about.
"Dad," Daniel said, "that says that you can't litter, but if you pay $1,000 it's fine."
Which, if you think about it, is kind of correct.
"Dad," Daniel said, "that says that you can't litter, but if you pay $1,000 it's fine."
Which, if you think about it, is kind of correct.
Saturday, June 14, 2008
Counting to 10
My niece was an early speaker: by 18 months my sister had taught her to count to 10 in English, French, and Spanish.
I remembered enough of my high-school and college Russian to coach my niece in that tongue too, so I gave it a shot. At first she took to it very well -- after only two passes she could repeat one through five back to me. Then as she turned away to some other diversion she announced, "Uncle Sean, I want to stop now -- you're boring me."
There ended the lesson.
I remembered enough of my high-school and college Russian to coach my niece in that tongue too, so I gave it a shot. At first she took to it very well -- after only two passes she could repeat one through five back to me. Then as she turned away to some other diversion she announced, "Uncle Sean, I want to stop now -- you're boring me."
There ended the lesson.
Sunday, June 1, 2008
Doll Etiquette
I spent the afternoon at the house of friends whose eldest daughter just graduated high school. The eight kids of that family have unofficially adopted me as one of their own, and so they all call me Uncle Sean.
A few years ago I was visiting around Christmas time, and the children were showing me the gifts they'd received. Hannah (the third daughter) introduced me to a new doll that she'd Christened Emily: "Look Uncle Sean, Emily likes to dance in the living room and sit on the couch and walk up the stairs," etc.
Emily was clearly a very capable and talented doll, so I wanted to make her better acquaintance. "Hannah, do you think Emily would like to have a bite of this home-made bread that I'm eating?" I asked.
Hannah greeted my suggestion with an incredulous stare. "Uncle Sean, Emily is just a doll, she doesn't eat bread."
"Of course," I agreed. "What was I thinking."
A few years ago I was visiting around Christmas time, and the children were showing me the gifts they'd received. Hannah (the third daughter) introduced me to a new doll that she'd Christened Emily: "Look Uncle Sean, Emily likes to dance in the living room and sit on the couch and walk up the stairs," etc.
Emily was clearly a very capable and talented doll, so I wanted to make her better acquaintance. "Hannah, do you think Emily would like to have a bite of this home-made bread that I'm eating?" I asked.
Hannah greeted my suggestion with an incredulous stare. "Uncle Sean, Emily is just a doll, she doesn't eat bread."
"Of course," I agreed. "What was I thinking."
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