My 4-year-old granddaughter came up to me one day and happily said, “Nana, close your eyes.”
“OK. They’re closed,” I said.
“Can you see me?” she asked.
“No,” I said.
“That’s because I’m camouflaged!” she exclaimed.
(She heard this word earlier in a children’s book about how animals adapt and blend into their surroundings.)
Marlene Spangler, Colorado Springs
One day while walking with my 3-year-old son, we passed a new house under construction. A truck in front was blowing insulation into the attic. I explained to my son that this was one of the last things the builders do. A week later we passed another new house with a truck out in front. Eager to demonstrate his newly acquired knowledge, my son announced, “See, Mom. They’re putting inflation into the house.”
Barbara Alger, Pagosa Springs
When my son Josiah was 4 years old, he was sitting on my mother’s lap and rubbing the top of her hands with his fingers when he noticed the bluish colored veins slightly protruding. After a few minutes he looked up at her and quietly said, “Grandma Judy, did you know you have worms growing under your skin?”
Tracy Hegarty, Fort Collins
As my granddaughter and I walked and talked on our way to the park, I said, “You are 3 years old and you are 3 feet tall.” She thought for a moment, looked up at me and said, “No, Grandma. I only have two feet.”
Opal Stalker, Mancos