Showing posts with label kids. Show all posts
Showing posts with label kids. Show all posts

Tuesday, November 1, 2011

Kids

Gwen: When I grow up I do not want to have kids.
Me: Why?
Gwen: It is painful for them to be born and than they do not really listen to their parents... so what is the point anyways?

Thursday, October 13, 2011

Why kids lie...

Gwenchik saw a chapter in the book "Nurtureshock: the new thinking about children" a chapter heading "why kids lie" and was surprised that people write books about it.
Gwen: Isn't that obvious?
Me: Do you know why?
Gwen: Of, course. Firstly, they lie not to get caught doing something bad; secondly, kids lie to not upset their parents; and thirdly, kids lie because they think that they can get away with it. Why is the book so thick?

Monday, September 19, 2011

Pizza

We are planning the upcoming birthday party, while chewing on a nice caramelized onion pizza from Trader Joe's.
Gwen: Mom, for my birthday we should get cheese and pepperoni pizza only... you know, most of the kids out there do not appreciate nice pizza. I do, but I want to keep it a secret to stay cool.

Saturday, February 20, 2010

What is really important

We spent an hour with a group of new kids -- singing, dancing and playing around. Ultimately, Gwenchik ended up running around like crazy playing catch up with them. As we are driving home she reflects:
Gwen: I was the fastest one, right?
Me: Yes, but is it really that important?
Gwen: Honestly yes, but if anyone else asks -- it is more important to play.

Tuesday, August 28, 2007

Child of a child

Gwen: Mom, I am your child
Me: Yes
Gwen: But you are grandmother's child, right?
Me: Right
Gwen: Ha-ha, I am the child of a child

Tuesday, April 24, 2007

Point, counterpoint

From George
Gwen: (Happily) When I get older, I'll be able to do anything I want!
(Pause)
Gwen: (Sadly) But when I get older, you and Mama are going to die.

I reassure her that Mama and I are going to be around a long time, and we'll even be around when she has daughters of her own.

Gwen: (Happily) When I get older, I'll have many, many daughters!
Me: How many?
Gwen: (Happily) One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, thirteen, sixteen, thirteen, fourteen, eighteen, nineteen!
(Pause)
Gwen: (Sadly) But sometimes they won't do what I want.