I love it when little kids get you so good you remember it years later. I feel very lucky to still know the young adults who were once the small children my kids played with. Not only are they still my children’s friends, their parents are still MY friends. In fact, our family will be attending the wedding of one of those tykes in less than a month. And before that, I have a date to meet my pal betty in the city for dinner and the theatre. betty and I have known each other since Daughter and betty’s first son were in preschool. No wonder endearing memories of all these youngsters keep popping into my head.
Back when Daughter and betty’s son were five years old, I was sitting in the betty living room when her kindergartner hopped up onto the sofa next to me. He knocked his little Nikes together and grinned up at me.
bettysboy: Wanna hear a joke?
OSV: Fire away.
bettysboy: Why did the chicken cross the road?
OSV: Oh, come on! You can do better than that.
bettysboy: No, really. Why did the chicken cross the road?
OSV: (wearily) He wanted to get to the other side.
bettysboy: No, he wanted to buy a Chinese newspaper.
OSV: I don’t get it.
bettysboy: Neither do I. I get the Times.
Daughter is a head teacher. Her assistant this year previously taught early education in another state and told this story. One day a student came up to her with a drawing in his hand and held it out excitedly. “Look!” he said to Assistant, “I invented a new food!” Proudly displaying his artwork he explained, “I took a peach and put it together with a corn. I’m going to call it a porn.”
Oh, boy. Assistant looked at his picture and said, “This is terrific. You did a really good job here. Let’s brainstorm about some other names for your invention. Like how about keach? That’s corn and peach, too.” The kid thought about it for a second and said, “Hmmm, I really like porn.” Assistant nodded intently and shifted gears. “Okay, what about this? If you combine corn and fruit, you get cruit. That sounds pretty cool, doesn’t it? Cruit?”
The boy studied his drawing. “Ummmmmm . . . . nope, it’s gonna be porn.” And he skipped out of the classroom and onto the bus home so he could announce to his parents at dinner, “I did something new in school today! I made a porn!” Oh, yeah, that’s a phone call.
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This entry begins my fourth year blogging. Thank you all once again for stopping by