On vacation, getting ready to tour the White House ...meaning we were standing in a line. Our 5 year-old is getting restless, and says, "Mommy, I'm hungry!"
Mom says, "Oh honey, there's no food in the White House." (for him anyway)
"Why not?"
Without missing a beat, our 3 year-old answers him... "Because George Washington ate it!"
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Next day, touring Ford's Theatre... We weren't aware of how much of the tour guide's narrative was sinking in. Once we had a moment to ourselves just in front of the stage, the 3 year-old points up to the balcony, informing us that "Washington Jefferson jumped from up there!"
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When the above-mentioned 5 year old was still an only child, I used to place him up on my shoulder where he would see an exit sign. (in our hallway, in a lobby, etc.) I'd walk over to it, and he would touch the sign, and I'd say "Exit".
You're gonna know what's coming, but, oh well.
One day we're driving on the interstate, with junior in the back strapped into his car seat. Out of nowhere comes this "you're not gonna believe this" tone of voice as he exclaims "Exit!"
Mom gets the bright idea of pushing all the magnetic letters on the refrigerator off to the side except for the four, multi-colored E X I and T at his eye level. Junior comes toddling around the corner and sees the word, and has the same reaction. "...am I going crazy or what? Twice in the same day!" "Exit!"
The next day, Mom was working with him and a set of flash cards.
Mom says, "Oh honey, there's no food in the White House." (for him anyway)
"Why not?"
Without missing a beat, our 3 year-old answers him... "Because George Washington ate it!"
*******
Next day, touring Ford's Theatre... We weren't aware of how much of the tour guide's narrative was sinking in. Once we had a moment to ourselves just in front of the stage, the 3 year-old points up to the balcony, informing us that "Washington Jefferson jumped from up there!"
*******
When the above-mentioned 5 year old was still an only child, I used to place him up on my shoulder where he would see an exit sign. (in our hallway, in a lobby, etc.) I'd walk over to it, and he would touch the sign, and I'd say "Exit".
You're gonna know what's coming, but, oh well.
One day we're driving on the interstate, with junior in the back strapped into his car seat. Out of nowhere comes this "you're not gonna believe this" tone of voice as he exclaims "Exit!"
Mom gets the bright idea of pushing all the magnetic letters on the refrigerator off to the side except for the four, multi-colored E X I and T at his eye level. Junior comes toddling around the corner and sees the word, and has the same reaction. "...am I going crazy or what? Twice in the same day!" "Exit!"
The next day, Mom was working with him and a set of flash cards.
