What kids say
Isuppose there are still a few of us around who remember Art Linkletter and his TV show, “Kids Say the Darndest Things.” I would like to report that though the TV show may be history, it is still very true that the observations of the younger set can often cause us to pause, reflect and maybe smile.
Our youngest grandchild, Grace, is 2 years old. And like all our grandchildren, ours and yours, she is amazing in her observations and comments on the human condition. My bride keeps telling me she isn’t just 2 years old, that she will be 3 in December. Still, I stand impressed with her growth and learning. Now, she does have an older sister who is also pretty quick, and that always helps the young ones along.
She is in what I suppose you would call pre-preschool. I think she will have 4 years of schooling under her belt by the time she finishes kindergarten. Also, her mother, our daughter Molly, was a pretty sharp cookie when she came along, and she works with her children daily.
Grace knows her ABC’s and can recite them for you. If you recall the little sing-song that teaches children their ABCs you may remember it ends with, “now I’ve said my ABC’s, next time won’t you say them with me.” The other day she was singing the alphabet for me, and when she got to the end and sang the little question, I looked right at her and said, “Yes, Grace. Next time I will say them with you.”
She immediately corrected me, saying, “No, Poppa, that is just part of the song.” Now, I’m not saying she knows what a rhetorical question is, but she let me know she didn’t expect an answer to the ABC song.
Yesterday, Linda picked her up at school and brought her to the house until her mother got off work. I was in the garage working on something. She came in to where I was and she had a paper bracelet on her wrist. Written on the bracelet was “be kind.” I looked at her and said, “Grace, are you kind?” She looked up at me with a tiny smile and said, “Sometimes, Poppa.”
I told her I was happy that she was honest, and that we all needed to work on being kind all the time.
The other day she was here and found a little green finger puppet that looked like a frog. She told my bride that her friend, Stone, had given it to her. Linda said, “Is Stone your boyfriend?” Grace stated rather emphatically, for a 2-year old, “No, Mimi. He’s just a boy.”
I realize these little stories may not bring as big a smile to your face as they do to mine. That’s understandable. But, if you have grandchildren, I can only wish for you the same delightful interactions that we are enjoying from the four we have been blessed with. Take care, and as the song says, always be humble and kind.