Back when the television set was still black and white, before color came along, there was a man named Art Linkletter. He was a "host" and one of the shows he hosted was "Kids say the darnedest things." This was a show in which he interviewed children in ages probably from age 3 up to maybe 6 or so. You know, the ones who are not old enough to have a filter yet and living in the age of innocence. He would ask simple questions and sometimes get complex answers. His books can still be bought and I am sure they still sell very well. I doubt that Art Linkletter is still on the upside of the sod, (and that having been said, I will go check it out and probably lose my train of thought!)
{In early 2008, Linkletter suffered a mild stroke. He died on May 26, 2010 at age 97 at his home in Bel Air, Los Angeles, California.} Well, that clears that up.
I used to buy his books, but I have since given them all away. I suggest you check online and either buy one, or check one out at your local library. You will be in stitches. But back to the intent of this blog.
A brief history of my life for anyone not knowing me well. I have 5 kids , 4 of which were born over the span of 5 years, one being born 3 years later. When I was 50, my husband and I adopted one of the grandsons. He is now grown and I have a grandson who is almost 4 years old. In a perfect world he would be my great grandson, but it is what it is. He spends one night a week with me and goes to preschool at my church's day care and preschool. He has learned a lot and that night and 2 days that he is with me has taught me why God gives us kids when we are young.
The point of this is that by raising my kids and working I missed a lot of the cute little things they said and did. Now that I am old, my powers of observation have developed to the point that I can actually interact with a little kid and appreciate their minds. Jiraiya is no exception. Potty training was something I had forgotten. Seemed like I just took my kids out of diapers and into little bitty underwear, but it must have been more than that. When the process with him became full blown he would suddenly call out " I gotta' go poop! Want to watch?" And proud grandma would.
The phone was something he was never fond of talking on, until now. No more conversations with daddy without conversation with him. He tells me what the dogs are doing. What the rabbits are doing. And he always says "I love you gramma." He actually looks forward to our time together.
The point I am getting to is that he now has reasoning powers. He now wants the dog to ride in the back seat with him. OK. Yesterday we went to Walmart and I bought him 5 finger puppets. He watched youtube on the kids channel and when he saw them he sang the whole song for me and everyone in Walmart, "Daddy finger, daddy finger! Where are you? Here I am , here I am! How do you do? " All the way through , mommy finger, brother finger, sister finger, baby finger.
We had some time to kill so I thought I would visit the ARC, so I pulled in and parked. When I went to get him out of the car seat he very matter of fractally said
" I will just wait here."
"No, you have to go with me. I want to buy a dress."
"I will be fine, gramma"
He was so grown up that I gave up on the ARC visit since I really did not want to kill time (or buy a dress) and got in and started the car.
"Gramma! I want you to get your dress." The point of this is first that he thinks he is old enough to be left alone in a car in a parking lot. And secondly, he remembered that I said I wanted to buy a dress. The whole conversation was very mature and well thought out.
I am sure my kids and I had conversations that were burned in my mind, and they do pop out from time to time. I do remember some of them, but there is nothing that will give you a wake up call like carrying on a two sided conversation with a kid 75 years younger than you! They are so innocent in the ways of the world.
So, anyway, Happy Thanksgiving! And remember to give the good Lord thanks for the bounty and thank the Indigenous People for giving up the land so we could have what we wanted!
{In early 2008, Linkletter suffered a mild stroke. He died on May 26, 2010 at age 97 at his home in Bel Air, Los Angeles, California.} Well, that clears that up.
I used to buy his books, but I have since given them all away. I suggest you check online and either buy one, or check one out at your local library. You will be in stitches. But back to the intent of this blog.
A brief history of my life for anyone not knowing me well. I have 5 kids , 4 of which were born over the span of 5 years, one being born 3 years later. When I was 50, my husband and I adopted one of the grandsons. He is now grown and I have a grandson who is almost 4 years old. In a perfect world he would be my great grandson, but it is what it is. He spends one night a week with me and goes to preschool at my church's day care and preschool. He has learned a lot and that night and 2 days that he is with me has taught me why God gives us kids when we are young.
The point of this is that by raising my kids and working I missed a lot of the cute little things they said and did. Now that I am old, my powers of observation have developed to the point that I can actually interact with a little kid and appreciate their minds. Jiraiya is no exception. Potty training was something I had forgotten. Seemed like I just took my kids out of diapers and into little bitty underwear, but it must have been more than that. When the process with him became full blown he would suddenly call out " I gotta' go poop! Want to watch?" And proud grandma would.
The phone was something he was never fond of talking on, until now. No more conversations with daddy without conversation with him. He tells me what the dogs are doing. What the rabbits are doing. And he always says "I love you gramma." He actually looks forward to our time together.
The point I am getting to is that he now has reasoning powers. He now wants the dog to ride in the back seat with him. OK. Yesterday we went to Walmart and I bought him 5 finger puppets. He watched youtube on the kids channel and when he saw them he sang the whole song for me and everyone in Walmart, "Daddy finger, daddy finger! Where are you? Here I am , here I am! How do you do? " All the way through , mommy finger, brother finger, sister finger, baby finger.
We had some time to kill so I thought I would visit the ARC, so I pulled in and parked. When I went to get him out of the car seat he very matter of fractally said
" I will just wait here."
"No, you have to go with me. I want to buy a dress."
"I will be fine, gramma"
He was so grown up that I gave up on the ARC visit since I really did not want to kill time (or buy a dress) and got in and started the car.
"Gramma! I want you to get your dress." The point of this is first that he thinks he is old enough to be left alone in a car in a parking lot. And secondly, he remembered that I said I wanted to buy a dress. The whole conversation was very mature and well thought out.
I am sure my kids and I had conversations that were burned in my mind, and they do pop out from time to time. I do remember some of them, but there is nothing that will give you a wake up call like carrying on a two sided conversation with a kid 75 years younger than you! They are so innocent in the ways of the world.
So, anyway, Happy Thanksgiving! And remember to give the good Lord thanks for the bounty and thank the Indigenous People for giving up the land so we could have what we wanted!
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