Anyway, I was on a train to London Bridge yesterday and a bloke got on with his daughter, perhaps about three, and the conversation went like this:
Dad: Let’s play the animal guessing game. I’m thinking of an animal.
Kid: Is it a triceratops?
D: No.
K: Does it live in a jungle?
D: No.
K: Does it live on a farm?
D: Yes.
K: What colour is it?
D: Well they come in many colours, but the one I’m thinking of is black and white.
K: Is it zebras?
This was entertaining enough for me on my morning commute. I’ll hold my hands up and admit it’s not a routine that’s quite ready for Night at the Apollo just yet, but still.
Reminds me. I was walking home down my street the other week, and coming towards me was a little girl on a scooter, leading (I presume) her grandparents. As she got to me she said “Whose daddy are YOU?”
Less funny and more “heartwarmingly endearing” but I took my wee niece and nephew to the Natural History Museum a few weeks back and watching my nephew’s little cogs turning when he asked questions about what he was seeing was too adorable for words.
First of all he said to me on the train there “Why is a dead whale called a skeleton?” and I explained to him that skeletons are just what we call the bones that are inside animals and us and that and watching him process that as we went round looking at the other stuff with him asking “Is that dead then?” and “So that skeleton was a bird (or whatever) before it died?” and him repeating that for every thing we saw for about twenty minutes before it finally clicked and he’d then start telling me “that’s a skeleton, it’s from a horse (or whatever) that died”. It was so lovely to see him visibly coming to an understanding about a thing. I love kids, they are the best.
I think I dealt with this to be fair. Their fatal flaw is that the gems are submerged in a large torrent of poor quality work. A bit like Count Arthur Strong only with the inclusion of some gems.
When my mate was a toddler her family moved into a new house with some sort of bad history and her religious parents got a priest round to bless it. She’d just learned the word “bugger” and decided it was the perfect time to show everyone her new skill, repeatedly and loudly.
Not sure if I’ve mentioned it, but have just moved house. My 3 year old.
kid:where’s the lego
me:In one of the boxes
kid:where?
me:In one of the rooms, I’m not sure mate there’s a lo…
kid:which room?
me:I’m not sure right now we…
kid:for goodness sake walks off
He didn’t learn that off me though because I swear properly