Tuesday, June 21, 2011

More Enthusiastic Quotes

I've been collecting quotes from my kids all year...unfortunately I haven't had the time to put them on my blog. Now I do. Here are some of the fascinating things kids say when they're playing with their friends:

Shocking discovery from a child who loves to be girly:
"Guess what? I got dog poop in my shoe! My mommy took it to get washed. That's why I have no shoes!"


One little boy cries about everything, so I suppose I shouldn't have been so surprised...
"I'm so happy I'm crying! I love pajama day!"


How thoughtful:
"Here's a gingerbread cookie. They're from Paneras."


Very profound:
"You know what? Grown ups are really very older than kids."


There's one boy that's kind of strange. Throughout the year, he really started to grow on me, and his quirks were really pretty funny. During Blocks, he put a block on my table, looked at me and gave me a thumbs up. Then he walked away. I'm not really sure why I got the block, but I was glad he thought of me.

This is also the same boy that maybe thinks he's a dog. I'm not sure. But I heard him barking on occasion, upstairs in the loft. I have also witnessed him barking at birds...and by barking, I mean he shouts, "bark, bark, bark!"


It's good to know things haven't altogether changed since I was little:
One boy decided, "No boys that have girlfriends allowed." So that excludes at least one boy in the class.


The children were given lots of time to try dramatic play with their block animals. I overheard one particularly intriguing conversation amongst animals:
A pig says to a horse, "Hello my dear."
The pig gives the horse kisses.
Then suddenly, "baa, baa, baa...ow." A sheep falls over.


Some of the buildings being built during Blocks:
"Ninja candy store." When asked if this particular boy's a ninja, he says, "Yes because I like ninjas and I'm a bear."


Puberty hits them at 4:
One girl tells another girl to close her eyes. When she opens them, teh first girl says, "Look! I have a braaaaa!" She put 2 rectangular blocks on her chest.


One more for today:
"God is gonna call the policeman. I don't know his number."

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