“Where do you live?” I asked a four-year-old child.
She looked at me quite seriously and answered, “Earth.”
“Okay. So where is your house?”
I gave up, but speaking of earth another pre-schooler knows it has gravity.
He said, “My house has a LOT of gravity. When I walk around in my socks I keep slipping and falling down.”
Later I was talking with older children in Sunday School about their grade, one boy confidently announced, “I’m in first grade, and I know everything.”
We still taught him the day’s lesson, just as my daughter Sharon keeps explaining facts to her fifth grader Elijah.
Last week, Eli opened a yogurt with a topping compartment for breakfast.
After a bit he said, “This honey is so slow. It’s taking forever to pour!”
“Yep, slowness is one of honey’s characteristics,” Sharon said.
“I guess that’s why you call me ‘Honey’,” Eli answered.
“So true,” she wrote on Facebook page.
The day I ate breakfast with Eli’s baby sister Katie, she finished eating her nectarine, pinched off a piece, smiled and held it up to my mouth. I accepted it. She clapped and said, “Yahh!” and proceeded to feed me more pieces, each time applauding when I ate. When I had enough, she wiped my face and her hands with a napkin.
She is a very helpful child, as is Daisy who helped her dad Jacob relocate some gravel from the driveway to the swing set.
Eventually Jacob, looking around for more clean rocks, said, “We are running out of nice rocks.”
Daisy said, “Yeah, I’m just finding all the mean ones.”
Differentiating mean or naughty activities begins early. Tiffany, the mother of a one-year-old wrote, “I just had an E.T. Moment with Tait. I was loading the dishwasher and trying to keep him out. I pointed my finger, shook it at him, said, ‘No,’ held it there and looked at him sternly. He looked at me for two seconds, then raised his pointer finger to mine until they touched tip to tip.” Her laughter ruined her newly achieved, maternal stern face.
In September my 4 year-old grandson Henry had the happy face. After watching his older siblings go to school every day, he finally began pre-school. He returned from his first day and repeatedly told his mother, “Thank you, Mom for my school. Thank you, Mom, for my school.”
He told me he likes the toys at his school.
Besides toys, he also learns new concepts as do my nephew’s children who recently moved to England. They now call cookies, ‘biscuits.’ It sounds sugar free but Momma Tara knows the truth.
The day her youngest bit his much older sister, Tara declared, “Benji, you’re not going to have sugar for two days because you bit Mary.”
“But can I have some of these biscuits?” he asked.
“Those have sugar in them.”
“Can I have some biscuits with no sugar?” he wheedled.
“We don’t have any of those.”
Benji took out a biscuit package and asked, “Can I have one of these?”
“These have sugar in them.”
Benji inspected the cookies (biscuits), “I don’t see any.”
His mother shook her head, “You may have a crumpet.”
He had to ask, “With jam?”
“No! No jam.” she said.
“With peanut butter?” he raised his eyebrows.
“Weeelllll…” she wavered.
Sensing an opening, Benji pushed his agenda, “Peanut butter has protein in it!”
And that’s where we will leave them – with the little kid really knowing everything important about peanut butter.