Wednesday, December 14, 2005

On Ice

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I've had a post on ice for the past few days.

It should be ready to thaw out in about...oh...say another five to ten minutes.

Guess when that midnight sun hits, the post will be just about ready to rear its ugly head....

And the Survey Says...

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I was reading A Little Indulgence today and commented on this blogger's post about cutesie things her six-year-old daughter said.

I told her that, although I'm not so good at doing it anymore, I used to record the "out of the mouths of babes" wisdom that my three children shared when they were younger. These childish concepts truly were entertaining and often mind-boggling at the same time.

When I was a young girl, I used to watch Art Linkletter interview youngsters and ask them questions; many years later, Bill Cosby took up where Art had left off, and "Kids Say the Darndest Things" had its place once again on television.

Popular women's magazines like Good Housekeeping, First for Women, McCall's also offer up children's wisecracking wisdom in their pages. Truly a source of entertainment.

I suggested to my fellow blogger that perhaps we should try to start a group blog of sorts meant for fathers, mothers, grandparents, aunts, uncles, cousins, teachers, even pediatricians and pediatric dentists, etc. to submit some of the darnedest things the kids in their life say...or do. I suggested calling such a blog/site "Words...and then Some."

All those in favor, say "Ay"; all those against, hold your peace!

And just to give you an idea of things my kids have said...

My daughter had this to say when she was three years old:

A: I love you, Mummy.
Pearl: (hugging A) And I love you, princess... You'll always be my princess.
A: And you'll always be my queen!

My youngest son had this to say when he was three and a half years old:

We were walking to shul together and N. had been talking about height: the trees being high, the sky being high. He asked how the sky got that way.

Pearl: Hashem made it that way. Do you know who Hashem is?
N. : Yeah.
Pearl: Who?
A long pause. Then a smile...and then N. answers: A rabbi.

My oldest son knew more or less what he wanted to say in this episode when he was six years old. He was just s...l...i...g...h...t...l...y off the mark.

A. was doing homework with my husband and they were discussing Parshat Noach (the story of Noah). My husband asked my son where the ark landed.

A.: Mount Ararat

My husband: Where's that?

A.: Chicken. (at that moment, he couldn't think of the word "Turkey")

************************ who's in for this idea of a catch-all blog exclusively about kids who are near and dear to us. (uh-oh...stole that expression from some Christmas song -- I think something' wrong with this picture.) Now don't everybody answer at once...

December 14, 1957

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To my big brother, M, way over there in America, happy birthday.

When Orwell wrote, "Big brother is watching, " he didn't realize it referred to you, watching out for me!

I love you, and always will.