tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56915339993378710162023-11-15T07:25:27.680-08:00Things The Kids At School SaidAdlshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04425137979674077770noreply@blogger.comBlogger57125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5691533999337871016.post-86076502732804114172010-07-30T08:02:00.000-07:002010-07-30T08:03:24.354-07:00Girl, 4: "A lady po-po came to our door because someone wearing a pink jacket was throwing wine glasses at our house."Adlshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04425137979674077770noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5691533999337871016.post-41612043082851560882010-07-30T08:01:00.000-07:002010-07-30T08:02:06.701-07:00Boy, 4: "Barbarians don't say excuse me when they burp and fart."Adlshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04425137979674077770noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5691533999337871016.post-73361614848056491382010-06-21T18:29:00.000-07:002010-06-21T18:30:50.341-07:00Girl, 5: "I went to Safeway with my parents, but my mom said I couldn't have any more Jell-O."<br />Boy, 5: "Don't worry. I have lots at home. I'll mail you some."Adlshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04425137979674077770noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5691533999337871016.post-81538152467415962302010-06-02T15:48:00.000-07:002010-06-02T15:50:02.730-07:00Me: "Does your tummy hurt?"<br />Girl, 4 (throwing up into toilet): My tummy isn't upset; my head is upset."Adlshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04425137979674077770noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5691533999337871016.post-79015487228894151172010-05-12T09:43:00.000-07:002010-05-12T09:46:36.796-07:00Boy, 4: "I'm a princess!"<br />Teacher: "I'm a princess too!"<br />Boy, 4: "You can't be a princess. You're not wearing a dress."<br />Teacher: "You're not wearing one either."<br />Boy, 4: "But I'm still a princess!" (leaping on to a bench dancing and singing "let's dance!")Adlshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04425137979674077770noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5691533999337871016.post-77943574468667590312010-05-06T20:40:00.001-07:002010-05-06T20:40:46.648-07:00Girl, 4: "My mom cries sometimes, but not like I cry."Adlshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04425137979674077770noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5691533999337871016.post-78363046212120190942010-05-06T20:38:00.000-07:002010-05-06T20:39:34.906-07:00Girl, 5 (discussing fire safety): "And if you're stuck in your car and it's on fire, the firefighters might have to come get you out with the tweezers of life."Adlshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04425137979674077770noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5691533999337871016.post-80650073402817570592010-04-30T08:04:00.000-07:002010-04-30T08:07:04.401-07:00Girl, 4 (holding phone against her ear with shoulder and talking into it while trying to pull a sparkling dress on over her clothes with her hands): "The dance party is running a little late. Is that okay? Okay, thanks, hon'."Adlshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04425137979674077770noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5691533999337871016.post-65781940158575878022010-04-30T08:03:00.000-07:002010-04-30T08:04:08.988-07:00Boy, 4: "Everybody I know isn't dead yet."Adlshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04425137979674077770noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5691533999337871016.post-43609446311800755942010-04-19T16:09:00.000-07:002010-04-19T16:14:58.906-07:00Girl #1, 4: "I'm a strawberry."<br />Girl #2, 4: "I want to be a strawberry."<br />Girl #1 (walking away): "I'm a strawberry." <br />Girl #2 (sobbing): "But I want to be a strawberry."<br />Me (walking over): "You can't be a strawberry too?"<br />Girl #2 (sobbing): "No, I can't!"<br />Me: Why can't there be two strawberries?"<br />Girl #2 (sobbing): "No! I love pink!"<br />Me: "You want to be the only strawberry."<br />Girl #2 (sobbing): "Yes!"Adlshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04425137979674077770noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5691533999337871016.post-66713452222889671732010-03-24T14:08:00.000-07:002010-03-24T14:09:57.209-07:00Boy, 4: "My dad broke my heart yesterday."<br />Me: He did?"<br />Boy, 4: "Broke my heart, yes. That's when your feelings get hurt."Adlshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04425137979674077770noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5691533999337871016.post-28688336474276207292010-03-22T14:13:00.001-07:002010-03-22T14:16:12.479-07:00Boy#1, 4 (holding a string cheese stick above his upper lip and wiggling it): "Hey, look -- I have a mustache."<br />Boy#2, 4 (laughing): "My grandpa has mustaches all over his body. Here...and here...and here..." (pointing to his face, head, chest, crotch, and backside)<br />Boy #1: "Really?"<br />Boy#2: "Yep. Covered all over."<br />Girl, 4: "Even on his booty?"<br />Boy#2: "Yep. Even on his booty."Adlshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04425137979674077770noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5691533999337871016.post-35436897920709193672010-03-12T16:00:00.000-08:002010-03-12T16:02:08.076-08:00Me (reading book about knights to a few children): "So, this was Richard the Lionheart. He was king of England."<br />Boy, 4: "Who was the king of Burlingame?"Adlshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04425137979674077770noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5691533999337871016.post-73666239545229966032010-03-11T07:47:00.000-08:002010-03-11T07:48:15.614-08:00Girl, 4: "What were you for Halloween again?"<br />Me: "An old man."<br />Girl, 4: "Did you put frosting in your hair?"Adlshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04425137979674077770noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5691533999337871016.post-53846865639842567722010-03-01T15:53:00.000-08:002010-03-01T15:55:43.865-08:00Me: "What did you do over the weekend?"<br />Boy, 8: "Played my guitar."<br />Me: "Nice."<br />Boy, 8: "Yeah, it's a Fender Telecaster."<br />Me: "Oh cool."<br />Girl, 8: "Tele what? Can't be very cool if you can't pronounce it!"Adlshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04425137979674077770noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5691533999337871016.post-60315109504462533432010-02-24T07:49:00.000-08:002010-02-24T07:51:20.606-08:00Girl#1, 15: "Are you British?"<br />Me: British? No, why?<br />Girl#1: "You walk like you're British."<br />Me: "Is it the sweater?"<br />Girl#1: "Yeah, but that's just part of it. You seem British."<br />Girl #2, 15: "He's hecka Irish.<br />Girl#1: "Could be."Adlshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04425137979674077770noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5691533999337871016.post-14456761596600913272010-01-27T09:46:00.000-08:002010-01-27T09:47:50.434-08:00Teacher: "What do you want to be when you grow up?"<br />Boy, 5: "A fireman."<br />Teacher: "Why?"<br />Boy, 5: "Because I already have the costume."Adlshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04425137979674077770noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5691533999337871016.post-55860241327952882112010-01-15T09:55:00.000-08:002010-01-15T09:57:31.486-08:00Teacher: "So, who was Martin Luther King?"<br />Girl, 4: "He was the person who said that people with different skin don't have to do different jobs."<br />Boy, 4: "He was like the president but he wasn't a president."Adlshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04425137979674077770noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5691533999337871016.post-73128469332894422252010-01-15T09:51:00.000-08:002010-01-15T09:53:50.293-08:00Girl, 4 (dancing to music, yelling at another girl, also 4): "Hey, Anna, take off your headband so you can rock and roll."Adlshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04425137979674077770noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5691533999337871016.post-73601741222671579912010-01-12T10:23:00.001-08:002010-01-12T10:24:58.209-08:00Girl, 4 (mumbling from her nap-time mat)<br />Me (walking past): "What? Did you say something?"<br />Girl, 4: "No -- just blah blah blah."Adlshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04425137979674077770noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5691533999337871016.post-87419710454457256212010-01-05T15:49:00.000-08:002010-01-05T15:50:05.531-08:00Me: "Okay, so write down what happened first in the story, then second, and then what happened at the end. Then, I want you to write down your favorite part."<br />Boy, 8: "Okay, sure."<br />Me: "What was your favorite part?"<br />Boy, 8: "I liked it when he pooped."<br />Me: "No one pooped in the story."<br />Boy, 8: "I know."Adlshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04425137979674077770noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5691533999337871016.post-91680932959468837322009-12-11T19:21:00.000-08:002009-12-11T19:22:14.330-08:00Boy, 4 (playing with Legos, talking to another boy also playing Legos): "Hey, does your guy want to come over and have a play-date?"Adlshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04425137979674077770noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5691533999337871016.post-90113045510613438832009-12-11T19:17:00.000-08:002009-12-11T19:19:18.849-08:00Thanks, Tracy, for this one!Boy, 4 (pretending to talk on the phone): "Are you better or still sick?"<br />Girl, 4: "Still sick."<br />Boy, 4: "When will you be better?"<br />Girl, 4: "In two minutes."<br />Boy, 4: "Oh -- in two minutes?"<br />Girl, 4: "Yes, 'cause the doctor will be here in one minute."Adlshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04425137979674077770noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5691533999337871016.post-18369394421433827632009-12-11T19:13:00.000-08:002009-12-11T19:15:51.711-08:00Girl, 4 (wearing a princess costume, looking at her reflection in a mirror): "Do I look beautiful in this, teacher?"<br />Me: "You can be beautiful in anything."<br />Girl, 4: "Do I look like a princess fairy?"<br />Me: "Do you feel like a princess fairy?"<br />Girl, 4: "Oh, yes, I do."Adlshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04425137979674077770noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5691533999337871016.post-15883379297775810442009-12-04T13:47:00.000-08:002009-12-04T13:48:58.710-08:00Girl, 4 (showing me a picture she drew): "Look what I drew."<div>Me: "What is it?"</div><div>Girl, 4: "Well, it's a story about magic, sparkling happiness, and true love."</div>Adlshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04425137979674077770noreply@blogger.com0