They want to make sure their rings don’t fall off, because they paid good money for them. — Gavin, age 8, about why people in love often hold hands.
Rainbows are just to look at, not to really understand.
A father was reading Bible stories to his young son. He read: “The man named Lot was warned to take his wife and flee out of the city, but his wife looked back and was turned to salt.” His son asked:
What happened to the flea?
My mother says to look for a man who is kind. That’s what I’ll do. I’ll find somebody who’s kinda tall and handsome. — Carolyn, age 8.
The first line is important, and the second line is important, and… — a student, when asked what was important about a literary passage.
A Sunday school teacher was discussing the Ten Commandments with her five and six-year-olds. After explaining the commandment to “honor” thy Father and thy Mother, she asked: “Is there a commandment that teaches us how to treat our brothers and sisters?” Without missing a beat, one little boy answered:
Thou shall not kill.
Daddy, did your hair slip? — 3-year-old son, to his bald but long-bearded father.
A high school teacher asked when surfing was popular in the USA. A cheerleader in the class said:
The ’60s. The teacher asked her to be more specific, and she said, confidently:
Why don’t you get some expensive money? — 3-year-old daughter, when told by her mother that she could get a small toy but that the ones asked for were too expensive.
Rhode. — answer given to the question “What is the only island state?”
How will that help? — kindergarten student, when the class was instructed to hold up two fingers if any of them had to go to the bathroom.
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 read.
Why don’t they just do what they did in 1899? — on preparing for Y2K in 1999.
This is the biggest CD I’ve ever seen! — on first seeing a record.
In a preschool class I used to teach, we had two little girls who played every day that they were characters from classic Disney cartoons. One day I heard one calling the other “Allison.” I didn’t know a single Disney character named Allison, so I asked the little girl who she was today. She replied: