Rebecca Jones, of Virginia, says: Whenever anyone asked my 3-year-old granddaughter, Mariah, what she wanted for Christmas, all she’d say was “reading glasses.” Thinking it must be some sort of preschool fashion trend, my daughter bought her a pair with plain glass lenses.
A week later, I picked Mariah up from day care and asked where her glasses were. “I don’t know, Granny,” she replied. “But they don’t work anyway.”
“What do you mean?”
“Well, I still can’t read,” she sighed.
June Goemer, from Minnesota, overheard a conversation of two boys in the restored one-room schoolhouse at the county fairgrounds. After a long discussion about the hole in the upper right-hand corner of all the old desks, they concluded they must be “pop can holders.”
Carole Robinson, of South Carolina, says: We were babysitting our son’s boys one morning when Gabe, who is 5, turned on the TV. His older brother, Garrett, told him, “You know we can’t watch cartoons. We’re on ‘constriction.’” That led to quite a squabble, and finally I said I’d call their father and ask.
Sure enough, he said they couldn’t watch TV, so we turned it off. Gabe fumed for a few minutes then said, “Nana, he’s your son. Why do you let him tell you what to do?”
Here’s one more … Mary Schrock, from Illinois, relates: My 4-year-old daughter overheard me telling my husband that my family planned to choose names for the Christmas gift exchange by playing bingo. She said she didn’t know how to play bingo, so I told her we’d just have the four youngest kids switch names.
She thought for a moment, then quietly asked, “What’s my name going to be then?” Thanks, God, for laughter! --Pastor Pat