As Kids See It

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MY SON, MICHAEL, 11, had eaten half a bowl of gua­camole when I asked him what he thought of it. “Pretty good,” he replied. “But I think I’d like it a lot bet­ter with­out the avo­cado!”

CAR­RIE BAAYEN, Burling­ton

“THERE’S NOTH­ING WORSE than Le­gos all over the floor,” I said be­fore slip­ping on a mar­ble.


EL­LIOTT, MY GRAND­SON, was hav­ing dif­fi­culty hear­ing. His dad took him to the family doc­tor to have his ears checked, and they dis­cov­ered a waxy buildup that needed to be flushed out. Soon af­ter, El­liott was play­ing with my iPad and started talk­ing to Siri. When Siri failed to un­der­stand one of my grand­son’s ques­tions, he ex­claimed, “You need to have your ears flushed!”

MAR­GUERITE KING, Char­lot­te­town

AS I WAS DRAW­ING with my sixyear-old grand­son, Jonah, I men­tioned that we should en­list his grandpa’s help, since he has a re­ally good eye for art. Jonah looked at me, puz­zled, and asked, “Which one of his eyes is it?”

SABINE COULSON, Pem­broke, Ont.

I HAD GOT­TEN DRESSED UP to go out for din­ner with my hubby. My el­dest saw me and ex­claimed ex­cit­edly, “Mom! You look beau­ti­ful! Just like a bat!”

The Ma­bel­hood

I RE­CENTLY TOOK my three-yearold daugh­ter, Tanvi, swim­ming. When we ar­rived, some­one was do­ing a hand­stand un­der­wa­ter, so only his legs were vis­i­ble from the sur­face. Look­ing at the wa­ter, my daugh­ter said, “Mom, some­body for­got their legs in the pool!”

POOJA JAIN, Bramp­ton, Ont.

“I’M SO BORED. There’s noth­ing to do,” my son says as he long­ingly stares out the back win­dow at our play­ground, tram­po­line and bi­cy­cles.


I USED TO THINK it would be fun to be a con­tes­tant on Chopped. Then I birthed my own mini-judges who crit­i­cize and re­ject ev­ery­thing I cook.


MY TWO-YEAR-OLD SON lives a dra­matic life. The other day he came into my room cry­ing. I asked, “What’s wrong, my baby?”

His re­ply: “You have no idea!”


WHILE I WAS WAIT­ING out­side with my 10-year-old niece, Jenna, a vin­tage 1920s car with a black canopy roof came rolling down the street.

“Oh look!” said Jenna. “A car from the 1980s!”


DUR­ING MY RE­CENT PREG­NANCY, my four-year-old niece, So­nia, awaited the baby’s ar­rival im­pa­tiently. At the eight-month mark, she won­dered aloud what was hap­pen­ing in my tummy. I dis­tract­edly said, “The baby is play­ing.” So­nia then asked what the baby was play­ing with. “A ball,” I an­swered.

Look­ing be­wil­dered, my niece asked, “Aun­tie, did you swal­low the ball?”

AARTI PA­TEL, Markham, Ont.

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