One of the things that drew Talysa and I together in our inter-woven friendship was our ability to finally talk to someone about what took up most of our time and have them not only understand but also relate. I have happened upon three stories in the past short while that I have shared with her that I decided were too smile-provoking to only keep between us.
#1. Elliot is a nine year old, head-strong entrepreneur who knows what he wants. This story took place in the kitchen while I was trying to get three kids out the door to school.
Elliot: Taylee, can I have some toast for breakfast?
Taylee: Sure Elliot, it'll be ready in three minutes.
Three minutes pass. I put the toast on a plate and placed it in front of Elliot.
Elliot: (with a look of disgust) Ughh! I never said I wanted it TOASTED!
#2. A young girl of five or six was trying desperately to explain something to her younger brother but couldn't remember the correct term for what she was describing. Frustrated, she ran to her mom in the other room. "Mom, what do you call it when two people sleep on top of each other?" Her mom, a little taken aback, didn't know how to answer her question. She tried several approaches of dancing around the issue but then decided to just directly answer her question. "Honey, it's called sex." The girl was satisfied with the short answer and ran off to her younger brother. The mother was still wondering how on earth her young daughter already had such a question when the daughter came running back. "Mom, you were wrong! It's not called sex, it's called bunk-beds."
#3. This isn't so much a story as it is an observation of the young mind at work. Jane, age 5 and a half, (she won't let you forget the half) filled four cups with water, each with a little bit more than the last. This is how she described their progression: little, medium, bigger than medium, and hugest. The steadiest form of measurement.
