Grandma, why are you worn?
— Leon, my 5-year-old grandchild, while stroking the wrinkles on my face.
Mama, do you know Donald Trumpet? I voted for the girl!
— Taïs, age 6.
Me: “Are you asleep?”
Anna (7): YES!
Me: “Hi baby!”
Louise (2): Me not baby, me LOUISE!
Not my favorite!
— Aidan (9 years old tomorrow)’s answer when he doesn’t like or want what is being offered; Trump included.
After what seemed like hours of answering question after question (“why this,” “why that,” … ), every response being followed up with another question, I eventually told my 5-year-old boy: “I don’t know.” He proceeded, unfazed: Why don’t you know?
A year or two before my boy wanted to be President, abolish money and establish an economic system based on trade, when asked what he wanted to be when he grew up, he would confidently answer: Garbage truck.
Luckily I was born sweet!
— Lina, age 4.
Mommy, I couldn’t have come out of your belly, because there’s no door in your belly!
