Spontaneity, openness to everything new and imagination help our offspring to find creative solutions in all situations and never to lose heart.
In the morning, wearing makeup, go out. Daughter Lizaveta (4 years) saw me and with admiration says:
— Mum, how beautiful you are. Was painted like a clown.
Argue among themselves, at the end I said to my husband:
— Hey, you in the bath!
My son (2 and a half years):
— With light steam, daddy!
Children's karate (kids 4-5 years). Are Andrei Mstislavich and Gennady miroslavovich. Of course, patronymic Andrei kids to pronounce, so people just call him "Andrew" on what Gennady laughs, they say, does not deserve it.
The story itself: an open class. Break. One of the kids separates from the crowd and goes to the "Sensei". Having rumpled, asks:
— Gennady Miloradovich, can I go to the toilet?
When the laughter subsided Andrey, Gennady gathered the children and said:
— I for you — just Gene! And nothing else!
Kate (6 years) roars before going to sleep, then the main question:
— Mum, can I calm down?
Going in the car. Jump on the bump. Indignant voice from the car seat:
Hey! Why are you going? I have a finger from the nose.
Six year old son knows nothing about that says his year-old brother, and said, "Mom, are you sure he's Russian?"
My sister Anastasia on the way from the garden in response to my question, what you ate, gave:
— What-what... You'd think Rhino in the batter will!
My daughter (2 and a half years):
— Dad, don't go to work, stay with us.
— Natasha, but if dad's not going to go to work, we would have nothing to eat.
Yes, it is. Dad will eat everything.
A child watches performance of an Opera singer and says:
— When we are in the garden so they yell, scold us...
Go from the garden. Ask my daughter (3 years) like that. Says:
— Today I'm the teacher scolded!
— For what? You have been bad?
— No, okay. Just when everything was painted, I quietly on the table jumped.
Polina (3 and a half years) samples of soup beans:
— M-m-m... Potatoes inside...
Roma (4 years) mom:
— I'm afraid the turtle, she's scary!
— She's scary, but good.
— How are you?
— Try the marmalade, I have it in the monastery bought.
Glory (8 years):
Wow, how do you get there?!
— Vanya, look how much we have events today: went to school, and to the book fair, and Museum of...
Ivan continues cheerfully:
— And pulled!
Walk with a five-year old son in the Park. On the carousel near us toddler fusses another, apparently older, because my grandmother, his Walker, constantly exclaims:
— Edward, be careful! Edward, don't hit the boy, he is still small!
Continue in the same spirit...
Leaving the Park, the son asks softly:
— Mother, and Edward is an affectionate name, right? A full — Idiot?
Well, grandma did not hear...
Alex (age 4) asks:
— A woman Lights went where?
— And it is on our planet?
I sit at work. Calls five-year-old daughter of a co-worker asks you to call your mother on the phone. Her answer:
Mom's not, she's in the Bank.
Long silence, followed by the question:
— How does it get in there?
Conversation with a three year old daughter:
Just like a rooster says?
— As the cow says?
— As frog says?
— As the goat says?
— As piggy says?
— Good night, boys and girls.
Child (9 years old):
— Mom, why do all children's hospitals drawn Aybolit? He's a vet!
— Mom, why is the stove so dirty?
Papa fried eggs.
That without the pans?
— I do not want to kindergarten, there are kids hurt me, push...
— Everything hurt? Are you in the garden with no one not friends?
— I only make friends with Nicky. He's a good boy and does not offend me. I told him of the blue put a shovel pristukivajut, and he's not running and not kicking...
Son Michael (3 years):
— Dad, don't kill the mosquito. Suddenly this Prince Guidon flies!
Gave nephew to karate. Children stand in line, meet with the coach. He's handsome, in a white kimono, explains:
— Children, if you have a problem or a desire, you have to approach the coach and bowed, to say what you want.
My small leaves, sticks, folded as necessary, bow to the ground, all so fascinated, says quietly:
— Sensei, I want ice cream...
There was a time in the early nineties, when at every corner selling chewing gum "Love is...". They contain inserts with interesting definitions.
Just imagine the picture of those times: a boy of about 10-12 runs up to the kiosk, the vendor pours a bunch of loose change (not otherwise carefully selected from a piggy Bank) and triumphantly announces the order:
Love is... At all!