Children are so funny. My niece yelled at my mother today, "Grandma, you scared me from the death." My mother honked at a car driving on her side of the road. Emily wasn't expecting the noise.
My five year old came home from school today and told me to give him back his brain. I explained that I did not have his brain. No one could have it, because brains don't come out of your head. He still insisted I had his brain.
Listening to them today brought back memories of things my little sisters have said when they were babies. Statements made by my twelve year old when he was five. Funny things my nephews have come up with as well. Needless to say, I smiled often today.
My twelve year old, once asked me if my father was his biolytical grandfather. He was trying to figure out the connections in our family. I am still impressed he tried to use the word biological at such a young age.
My sister, when she was four, became excited when we came home from a visit with my father. We told her we had something for her, and pulled out a bag of candy and waved it in her face. "Oh God! It's candy." Was her reply.
My five year old nephew told me I had a pretty nose the other day. When I laughed about it, he became angry, and told me I was no longer his Aunt. That lasted until he needed a drink of juice.
My children have become a wonderful source of entertainment for me. I am amused daily by the games they play, the music they choose to listen to or create, the stories they tell. Their imaginations have no boundaries.
I thank God every day for the little souls He has seen fit to give me. I cherish each moment, for I know one day, in the not so distant future, their innocence will be gone. They will grow up to live their lives, and I will be left with no more than memories to share with my grandchildren.
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