Learning Your Colors
My 4-year old son (3 at the time), Little Man, needed to clean up some toys in his room. I asked him if he needed any help and he tells me:
“Nope, I have it all under the troll.”
Kool Aid of Butterflies in My Hand
My son, Ryan, was 6 years old. We were at a nice restaurant eating lunch. Earlier in the day my son had been snacking on a packet of chewy, fruit-flavored candy called Gushers. He must have tucked one of the candies into his pocket.
Sitting in the restaurant and feeling bored, Ryan searched his pockets for a toy to play with at the table and found the candy piece. He then loudly exclaimed with great alarm:
“Uh-oh Mom, I’ve got a gusher in my pants!”
Susan Greene of Susan Greene Copywriter
Several years ago, my then four-year-old son, “Felix”, was learning his colors in Pre-K. Driving through a not-so-nice neighborhood in Houston, TX, Felix is pointing out objects and naming their color. A Stop sign is “Look Mommy, red!”; an awning is “Look, Daddy, green!”
Bear in mind that it is hot as Hades in south Texas, and our car had no A/C, so the windows were down. Pulling up to an intersection, we catch sight of a group of gang members standing on the corner. Both stoplights are out of order and covered in plastic, so everyone is taking turns passing through.
My son looks up and exclaims, loudly,
“Look Mommy, Blacks! Blacks, Mommy. Look, Blacks!”
We didn’t wait our turn.
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