Children's Point of View

I love listening to kids speak. I love how they put words together, often amazed at word choice, and their enunciation. Of course, its always easier to understand your own kids. But, do they understand each other?

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We were at the ENT for a checkup for Hannah. We were sitting in the exam room, waiting for the doctor, when Madelyn decided to strike up a conversation.

"Today is Parent Teacher Conferences. My teacher made all of us clean the entire room! I worked on the bookcase with Kaileigh, Rachael, and Shadai."

"She died?!?" Hannah interjected.

Madelyn and I looked at each other quizzically. Confused.

"What, honey? Who died?" I asked.

"Madelyn said she died!"

Madelyn repeated her statement. "I worked on the bookcase with Kaileigh, Rachael, and Shadai." At that moment, Madelyn and I locked eyes and burst out laughing. Hannah had heard Shadai as 'she died'. She was concerned that Rachael died!

Hannah couldn't understand our amusement. How could we be laughing over something so traumatic as Rachael dying!

I slowed down the statement and rearranged the names. Madelyn decided that she will lead with Shadai's name from now on to eliminate any confusion.

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Tonight, being Halloween, I ordered pizza. I wanted them to have full tummys before we struck out on the Great Candy Quest. Okay, I wanted a fully tummy, too. I can't resist the Twix tax. (The girls have to give me any Twix as a tax for me taking them trick or treating.)

After Audrey declared she was done, she pushed away from the table.

"Now, go wash your hands, honey."

"Nope."

"Yep. What do we do when we are done?"

"Wash hands?"

"Yep."

She sat and pondered it. I moved to Hannah and was talking about how excited she was to hand out candy tonight. (Refer to previous blog about her giving heart)

Meanwhile, Audrey is rambling about Middy. She keeps getting louder and louder. I was getting upset because she has yet to get down and go wash up.

"Audrey! Hush! Now go wash your hands!"

She threw her palms in the air with a huge smile.

"Nope. Don't have to. Middy washed them!"

So, apparently, she was holding them under the table and letting Middy lick them off.

Good grief.

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