Out of the Mouth of Babes

Kelsey told a story in her blog about shopping the other day. She took Sweetpea into a dressing room, where Kelsey tried on a brown sweatshirt she was considering buying. She asked Sweetpea what she thought, and Sweetpea, who is just now beginning to communicate her thoughts, verbally, answered, "Curious George, oo oo oo." That was not the compliment Kelsey was fishing for!

I told Kelsey that this is just the beginning. One never knows what will come out of a little one's mouth. When Tim was in kindergarten or first grade, his class was learning some proverbs from Benjamin Franklin's Poor Richard's Almanac; and about that same time my mom and dad came, from Alaska, for a visit. The boys and I drove from Salem (where we then lived) to Portland, to pick them up at the airport. As always, we were excited and happy to see and hug Nanny and Papa again. After loading them, and their luggage, into the car, we buckled up for the trip back down I-5, to Salem. Chris, who never let a quiet moment stay that way, was jabbering on and on about school and friends and what we were going to do during Nanny and Papa's visit. Finally Tim found a rare pause in the conversation that he felt he couldn't pass up. He proudly interjected: "Nanny, did you know fish and visitors stink after three days?"