Do you remember the character, Sam Drucker, who was the shopkeeper and postmaster on the 1960′s sitcom, Green Acres? We watched that show several months ago, but clearly my three year old still remembers it.
Or, maybe not so clearly.
I overheard her pretending to be SAM DRUNKER!
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You never know when you might need to help someone out, even if you’re only three years old. So I’ve been teaching my little one how to dial 911 in case of emergency, and also what constitutes a true emergency. Thankfully, she gets it.
Or, at least, I thought she did.
While riding along in the grocery cart, she picked up a package of Ramen Noodles—
(Yes, I let my kids eat those. They love them, they can make them themselves, and they’re incredibly cheap.)
—and used it to place the call.
Rather than, “Help, 911!” I got this earful instead:
Hello? Border Collie rescue? Please, you have to help me! I need to order a pizza. I want it to have chicken pot pie, beans and rice, and cereal on it. Thank you.
Even the grocery store is fun with this little booger around!
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To keep my three year old occupied in the pediatrician’s waiting room, I brought along a book of Bible activities and coloring pages. Here’s the conversation we had after she did this page:
“Good job, Sweetie! And what makes that one different from the other pictures?”
“It doesn’t have ears.”
(This was, of course, said with one of those looks…you know, the ones that say, “Did you really have to ask?”)
By the way, don’t you just love her little “circle?”
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I was reminded of a couple of things today. One, we have clearly never explained the whole baby-naming process to our youngest daughter. Two, cause-and-effect relationships are still a little fuzzy in the mind of a three year old.
The conversation that brought about these reminders took place just after I’d explained to our little one why Goldilocks was so named.
Her eyes lit up and she said,
“So, God could have named ME Goldilocks, too!”
After pausing in thought for a moment, she added,
“But instead, He named me Remi…
…because I’m three.”
Ahhh….that explains it!
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Riding along in her car seat yesterday, my three-year-old daughter piped up with yet another of her random questions:
What does “mostly” mean, if you’re in a rocket ship?
Unusual queries are nothing new for Remington. Just the day before, she’d asked,
What time does Colorado close?
It made me think back to so many other random things she’s said lately. Like,
This is my new baby. Her name is Chinese Antler.
Or, out of the blue,
November 17th is a very good idea!
Sometimes it’s a question that’s either difficult, or even impossible, to answer:
What does themus mean?
How did God make me?
How are houses built?
What does “s” spell?
How could God see me when I was in your tummy?
And one of my favorites…
Mommy, why aren’t you a guy?
Sometimes it’s a statement so random I can’t come up with any response at all. Like,
Mommy, you’re downloaded.
Or,
My baby dolls are specially pinata’d.
Lots of times, her confusion is apparent…and enjoyable.
I’m looking at this calculator to see what time it is.
When Daddy was a little boy, I had to spank him. Because he told “the lie.”
(Looking at all the trash cans set out on the sidewalk:) Someone’s glittering.
(Holding up a tape measure:) Addy weighed me with this so I can go ice skating.
So much of what she says is unexpected…and just plain random.
When you have gloves on your hands and you touch the sea, it could really hurt your eyes.
It’s very Exodus, so don’t break it!
And then, there was this conversation:
Remi: What time is it?
Me: It’s 3:40.
Remi: Why?
What funny things have your little ones said? Please share them in the comments so we can all enjoy!
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