The things kids say…
I volunteer with a program that takes me to a fourth grade classroom once a week during the school year. Yesterday was my last day for this school year, and as I was saying goodbye one little girl raised her hand.
“Since it’s your last day, the boys want to know—can they have your phone number?” she asked.
I told her the age difference was insurmountable and somehow held my laughter till I got to the hallway.
In recent months, I’ve made it my project at community group to win over my friends’ 3-year-old. He cracks me up, running around the house in his footed pajamas and insisting that he’s too big to be held (in his teeny, tiny little boy voice). Now, it’s become almost a ritual. When I arrive he exclaims, “You can’t get me!” and waits for me to chase him around the house.
Last night we were sitting on the couch and he was crawling all over the place. “Logan, you’re a monkey,” I said.
“I’m not a monkey! I’m a boy!” he retorted.
“No, I think you’re a monkey,” I teased him.
He paused, contemplated, and quickly issued his comeback. “You’re a ladybug!” he proclaimed.
I like it.