When my kids were little we were having lunch and eating some of our wonderful homemade pickles that my mother in law made.
My youngest son was enjoying the pickles so much he held one up and was going to hand it to me all the while saying "mama, will you go plant this and grow us more pickles"?
Needless to say I began laugh.
I explained to him that you could not grow pickles from pickles but you had to use the cucumbers we grew in the garden.
HE accepted my explanation and continued eating, resigning himself to just eat the pickles out of the jar.
When my daughter was 3 years old (now7) and in Headstart I was very active within the school. The teachers all knew me and my Mom. We did all of the photography for the school, landscaping ...
One day Morgan was asked to draw a picture in class, I had not gone it that day due to a Dr appt. Morgan drew a bright red drawing then got teary eyed. The teacher was quite concerned for Morgan and asked her what was wrong? Morgan, tears streming down her plump little cheeks sniffed and said "My Grandma died".
The teacher was so distrught that...
1. I had not told her
2. I had sent Morgan to school
3. That I had not told her.
So concerned with Morgan's mental state the teacher asked "What happened"!?!?!?
Morgan showed the picture she had colored red and said
"The lions ate her" !
I have had to warn all of her teachers since then about Morgan's imagination and that they should take everything Morgan says with a grain of salt.
My little girl was born with crud squeezed inside the chain of her DNA- a crudster from the moment, she was born, it seemed, her earliest goal to leave a mess behind her. Baby food peas were the original riders on her first attempt at rasberries, causing me to note how green went with my eyes, spaghetti sauce paintings, showed her artistic side, while the crane game action of her right hand showed she was very good with hand-eye coordfination, Hiding ice-cream bowls in her drawer and dirty clothing behind her head-board...for lack of a better word was clever in a sinister sort of way...I am happy to report she has grown out of it! Almost...
Last spring while my 6 year old son was playing in a snow bank by the road, some high school kids came zooming by in a car and splashed him with a title wave of water. High school kids are crud!