My young grandson called the other day
to wish me Happy Birthday. He asked me how old I was, and I told him, 80. My
grandson was quiet for a moment, and then he asked,
"Did you start at 1?"
My grandson was visiting one day when
he asked, "Grandma, do you know how you and God are alike?" I mentally
polished my halo and I said, "No, how are we alike?''
"You're both old," he replied.
A little girl was diligently
pounding away on her grandfather's word processor. She told him she was
writing a story. "What's it about?" he asked.
"I don't know," she replied. "I can't
I didn't know if my
granddaughter had learned her colors yet, so I decided to test her. I would
point out something and ask what color it was. She would tell me and
was always correct. It was fun for me, so I continued. At last, she
headed for the door, saying,
"Grandma, I think you should try to
figure out some of these colors yourself!"
When my grandson Billy and I entered our vacation cabin, we
kept the lights off until we were inside to keep from attracting pesky
insects. Still, a few fireflies followed us in. Noticing them before I did,
"It's no use Grandpa. Now the mosquitoes
are coming after us with flashlights."
When my grandson asked me how old I was, I teasingly
replied, "I'm not sure." "Look in your underwear, Grandpa," he advised,
"Mine says I'm 4 to 6."
A second grader came home from school
and said to her grandmother, "Grandma, guess what? We learned how to make
babies today." The grandmother, more than a little surprised, tried to
keep her cool. "That's interesting." she said... "How do you make babies?"
"It's simple," replied the girl. "You just
change 'y' to 'i' and add 'es'."
Children's Logic: "Give me a sentence
about a public servant," said a teacher. The small boy wrote: "The fireman
came down the ladder pregnant." The teacher took the lad aside to
correct him. "Don't you know what pregnant means?" she asked.
"Sure," said the young boy confidently. 'It
means carrying a child."
A grandfather was delivering his grandchildren to their
home one day when a fire truck zoomed past. Sitting in the front seat of the
fire truck was a Dalmatian dog. The children started discussing the dog's
duties. "They use him to keep crowds back," said one child. "No," said
another. "He's just for good luck." The third child brought the argument to
a close. "They use the dogs," she said firmly,
"to find the fire hydrants."
"My Grandparents are funny, when they
bend over, you hear gas leaks and they blame their dog."