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I’m Not a Puppy!
We recently had a fun family outing to the North Pole Santa’s Workshop in Colorado Springs. Two mamas, six grandchildren, and two grandparents. With a couple of strollers, a diaper bag, picnic lunch food, and lots of water bottles, we were somewhat laden down. We mostly stayed together, but when we split up from time to time for the different kinds of rides, we invoked our divide and conquer plan.
And this Nana was ready, always mindful of safety, wondering children, and crowded places. So, when almost three-year-old Amara announced she needed a potty break, my husband and I separated from the others to take her. I placed the Velcro hand wrap of my children’s safety leash around Amara’s little wrist and clutched the other end to begin our trek to the nearest restrooms. Not wanting to waste any time for this particular need, I emphatically said, “Let’s go!” But Amara stopped dead in her tracks, looked up at me, and indignantly replied, “I’m not a puppy!”
Oh, dear! Well, after my husband and I chuckled over this and explained to her the purpose of the safety leash, we went on our way.
With this funny snippet in mind, I decided it would be fun to share other humorous conversations I’ve heard through the years from our children and grandchildren. And, please, pretty please, I’d like you, my readers, to send me your own funny sayings from children, grandchildren, students, nieces, nephews, etc. This is your call to action! Please send these to me at: email@example.com. And I will have a “Part Two” blog in September. Include age of child and their relationship to you. Can’t wait!
Here we go with some of my own.
Daughter Amanda, age 3 at the time: “Mommy, can we pack our toys and clothes in suitcases to take to heaven with us?”
Daughter Hannah, age 4 at the time: When Amanda was in the second grade, we had a conversation about her carpool for school. Little sister Hannah innocently piped up, “How deep is it?”
Daughter Liz, age 3 at the time: When I gave her older sisters cough drops, Lizzie asked for one too. I explained that her older sisters had hoarse throats and needed the cough drops to help them feel better. To which she replied, “I have horses in my throat too!”
Daughter Tavia, age 7 at the time: While we were traveling in the car one evening on vacation in Arizona, Tavia noticed a beautiful sunset. She commented, “It looks like God turned on the nite-lite!”
Granddaughter Ava, age 6 at the time: Ava informed me that she knew why ticks like her blood. When I asked why, she replied, “Because I eat a lot of candy and that must make my blood sweet!”
Granddaughter Journi, age 6 at the time: Journi had a breaking out on her upper thighs when she came over to our house to play. She said, “Nana, I need special lotion because my thighs have asthma.” (She meant eczema!)
Granddaughter Belle, age 6 at the time: Belle came down with a sore throat and stated her discomfort in a unique way when she said, “My throat is hurting. It’s getting complicated to talk!”
Grandson Julius, age 6 at the time: On a snowy day, Julius looked out the window while the wind was whipping the snow around at our house. He said, “Oh, look Nana. We’re having a lizard.” Then he paused to “correct” himself and said, “No, I mean wizard.”
Granddaughter Selah, age 4 at the time: My husband and I were eating ice-cream with Selah one evening. We noticed she was eating hers rather slowly which surprised us, and I made a comment about this. She looked at me and smiled, “Nana, I’m savoring every bite!” (How many four-year-olds use “savoring” in their everyday vocabulary?!)
Granddaughter Tanayah, age 5 at the time: Tanayah came to our home for a visit and waited for her grandpa to pick out a movie on Netflix. Evidently Bop Bop was taking a little too long scrolling through the choices because Tanayah ran out of patience and emphatically stated, “Bop Bop, don’t be shy. If you are, I’m going to put you on stage!”