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Showing posts with label alex. Show all posts
Showing posts with label alex. Show all posts
Tuesday, October 28, 2008
Tuesday, October 21, 2008
Kids today
What is it with the kids today? First my beautiful, talented, brilliant 9 year-old goddaughter throws around two 25 cent words like metamorphose and genre like an old pro. Then Alex, that self-contained little thing that she is, almost knocks me off my feet this afternoon with something she said.
The girls sing me songs on the phone sometimes. This week B has been singing me the song about the five little ducks that go over the hill and far away, and each time one fewer comes back. Today Alex sang me a bunch of songs, mostly made up. Then she wanted me to sing her songs. So, I sang her Little Bunny Foo Foo, but being only 5 years old she didn’t get the moral of the song, “Hare today, Goon tomorrow”. She thought there should be more to the song. Then I sang the “Sugar in the morning, sugar in the evening, sugar at suppertime” song my great-grandmother used to sing to me. She wanted me to sing one more song so I sung the following song that my Aunt Anne learned in elementary school (to the tune of “Funiculi, Funicula”):
One day I took with me upon the subway
My High Silk Hat, My High Silk Hat
I sat it on the seat beside me
My High Silk Hat, My High Silk Hat
A big fat lady came and sat upon it
My High Silk Hat, It looked like that (sung in a tiny voice)
A big fat lady came and sat upon it
My High Silk Hat, It looked like that
Christopher Columbus, what do you think of that?
A big fat lady, she sat upon my hat,
My hat she broke and that’s no joke
My hat she broke and that’s no joke!!!!!
Christopher Columbus, what do you think of that?
Alex was quiet for a second, but then she asked, “Who is Christopher Columbus?” She’s so thoughtful about everything and those little wheels are turning all the time. As beautiful as she always is, she’s never more beautiful than when she’s trying to figure something out. It’s breathtaking.
Hmmm, so how do you explain Christopher Columbus to a five year-old? I thought for a second and started, “He was a man that lived a long time ago and he wanted to go on an adventure. So he got a boat and …” She stopped me, “Oh! I know who he is!” I thought she was just bored with my story already, so I asked, “Who is he?” And she busts out this nugget: “He’s a man who went sailing on the ocean and found America.” Well, yes, that’s absolutely true!
I told her she was so smart, and she said, “I know. I’m probably smarter than you.” Well, no doubt! Then she asked, “Aunt Mel, did you go to college?” I said, “Yes I did, but I didn’t finish.” I guess to her the “yet” was implied in that sentence because she said, “Oh, that’s where you are now? In college?”
Um, um, um, no baby girl, but all these years I’ve wanted to go back and your little 5 year-old logic might be the very incentive I need to go back and finish up because the thought of disappointing you is worse than the thought of disappointing anyone else in the world, including myself.
The girls sing me songs on the phone sometimes. This week B has been singing me the song about the five little ducks that go over the hill and far away, and each time one fewer comes back. Today Alex sang me a bunch of songs, mostly made up. Then she wanted me to sing her songs. So, I sang her Little Bunny Foo Foo, but being only 5 years old she didn’t get the moral of the song, “Hare today, Goon tomorrow”. She thought there should be more to the song. Then I sang the “Sugar in the morning, sugar in the evening, sugar at suppertime” song my great-grandmother used to sing to me. She wanted me to sing one more song so I sung the following song that my Aunt Anne learned in elementary school (to the tune of “Funiculi, Funicula”):
One day I took with me upon the subway
My High Silk Hat, My High Silk Hat
I sat it on the seat beside me
My High Silk Hat, My High Silk Hat
A big fat lady came and sat upon it
My High Silk Hat, It looked like that (sung in a tiny voice)
A big fat lady came and sat upon it
My High Silk Hat, It looked like that
Christopher Columbus, what do you think of that?
A big fat lady, she sat upon my hat,
My hat she broke and that’s no joke
My hat she broke and that’s no joke!!!!!
Christopher Columbus, what do you think of that?
Alex was quiet for a second, but then she asked, “Who is Christopher Columbus?” She’s so thoughtful about everything and those little wheels are turning all the time. As beautiful as she always is, she’s never more beautiful than when she’s trying to figure something out. It’s breathtaking.
Hmmm, so how do you explain Christopher Columbus to a five year-old? I thought for a second and started, “He was a man that lived a long time ago and he wanted to go on an adventure. So he got a boat and …” She stopped me, “Oh! I know who he is!” I thought she was just bored with my story already, so I asked, “Who is he?” And she busts out this nugget: “He’s a man who went sailing on the ocean and found America.” Well, yes, that’s absolutely true!
I told her she was so smart, and she said, “I know. I’m probably smarter than you.” Well, no doubt! Then she asked, “Aunt Mel, did you go to college?” I said, “Yes I did, but I didn’t finish.” I guess to her the “yet” was implied in that sentence because she said, “Oh, that’s where you are now? In college?”
Um, um, um, no baby girl, but all these years I’ve wanted to go back and your little 5 year-old logic might be the very incentive I need to go back and finish up because the thought of disappointing you is worse than the thought of disappointing anyone else in the world, including myself.
Friday, October 17, 2008
Brianna
Brianna’s grounded from going outside because she keeps saying “Dammit”. Alex told Cori that B called her a bad name. What did she call you? Cori asked. She called me a dammit!
On the phone a couple of days ago, Cori told me to hold on. Then I heard her say, “Brianna, put your pants on!” Why did she take her pants off? I asked. I don’t know, she’s Brianna, Cori said.
On the phone a couple of days ago, Cori told me to hold on. Then I heard her say, “Brianna, put your pants on!” Why did she take her pants off? I asked. I don’t know, she’s Brianna, Cori said.
Friday, October 10, 2008
My Nieces
This entry is mostly for my family since they don’t get to see or hear from my beautiful nieces much. Although if you like cute things kids say, then you may enjoy this.
Brianna is about 90% personality and 10% little girl. The things she says are definitely repeat-worthy. She had the hiccups one day a couple of weeks ago. For some reason, though, she thought she was burping. So, after every hiccup she would say, “Excuse me.” So polite. When my sister put her to bed that night, Brianna still had the hiccups and ended up calling Cori back into her room. She told her, “Mommy, I keep habben dees noises in my soat!” Translated (just in case): “Mommy, I keep having these noises in my throat!”
She went to a farm with her preschool class later in the week (see the pictures to the right). The farm gets the outdated potato chips from the local Lays distributor and the kids get to feed the chips to the goats. There was a rooster in the pen with the goats which kept crowing. Every time Brianna started to feed chips to the goats, she would get startled by the rooster’s crowing because she thought the noise was coming from the goat she was feeding. Her parents told her that the noise wasn’t coming from the goats, it was coming from the rooster. She wouldn’t believe it was a rooster when they pointed it out and kept telling them it was a chicken. When she got home, she asked Cori why the “goatster” kept making that noise when she tried to feed him.
Alex’s kindergarten class went to the farm today. I can’t wait to hear about it. I wonder if the goatster startled her too?
Brianna is about 90% personality and 10% little girl. The things she says are definitely repeat-worthy. She had the hiccups one day a couple of weeks ago. For some reason, though, she thought she was burping. So, after every hiccup she would say, “Excuse me.” So polite. When my sister put her to bed that night, Brianna still had the hiccups and ended up calling Cori back into her room. She told her, “Mommy, I keep habben dees noises in my soat!” Translated (just in case): “Mommy, I keep having these noises in my throat!”
She went to a farm with her preschool class later in the week (see the pictures to the right). The farm gets the outdated potato chips from the local Lays distributor and the kids get to feed the chips to the goats. There was a rooster in the pen with the goats which kept crowing. Every time Brianna started to feed chips to the goats, she would get startled by the rooster’s crowing because she thought the noise was coming from the goat she was feeding. Her parents told her that the noise wasn’t coming from the goats, it was coming from the rooster. She wouldn’t believe it was a rooster when they pointed it out and kept telling them it was a chicken. When she got home, she asked Cori why the “goatster” kept making that noise when she tried to feed him.
Alex’s kindergarten class went to the farm today. I can’t wait to hear about it. I wonder if the goatster startled her too?
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