Truth And Humor Of Children

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Nowhere will you find more truth and humor than the innocence of a child…
Read what some children have said when approached with unique situations.

While I sat in the reception area of my doctor’s office, a woman rolled an elderly man in a wheelchair into the room. As she went to the receptionist’s desk, the man sat there, alone and silent.

Just as I was thinking I should make small talk with him, a little boy slipped off his mother’s lap and walked over to the wheelchair. Placing his hand on the man’s, he said, “I know how you feel. My mom makes me ride in the stroller too.”

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As I was nursing my baby, my cousin’s six-year-old daughter, Krissy, came into the room. Never having seen anyone breast feed before, she was intrigued and full of all kinds of questions about what I was doing.

After mulling over my answers, she remarked, “My mom has some of those, but I don’t think she knows how to use them.”

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Out bicycling one day with my eight-year-old granddaughter, Carolyn, I got a
little wistful. “In ten years,” I said, “you’ll want to be with your friends and you won’t go walking, biking, and swimming with me like you do now.”

Carolyn shrugged. “In ten years you’ll be too old to do all those things anyway.”

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Working as a pediatric nurse, I had the difficult assignment of giving immunization shots to children. One day, I entered the examining room to give four-year-old Lizzie her needle.

“No, no, no!” she screamed.

“Lizzie,” scolded her mother, “that’s not polite behavior.”

With that, the girl yelled even louder, “No, thank you! No, thank you!”

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On the way back from a Cub Scout meeting, my grandson innocently said to my
son, “Dad, I know babies come from mommies’ tummies, but how do they get there in the first place?”

After my son hemmed and hawed awhile, my grandson finally spoke up in disgust, “You don’t have to make up something, Dad. It’s okay if you don’t know the answer.”

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Just before I was deployed to Iraq, I sat my eight-year-old son down and broke
the news to him. “I’m going to be away for a long time,” I told him. “I’m going
to Iraq.”

“Why?” he asked… “Don’t you know there’s a war going on over there?”

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Paul Newman founded the ‘Hole in the Wall Gang Camp’ for children stricken
with cancer, AIDS, and blood diseases. One afternoon, he and is wife, Joanne
Woodward, stopped by to have lunch with the kids.

A counselor at a nearby table, suspecting the young patients wouldn’t know
Newman was a famous movie star, explained, “That’s the man who made this
camp possible. Maybe you’ve seen his picture on his salad dressing bottle?”

Blank stares.

“Well, you’ve probably seen his face on his lemonade carton.”

An eight-year-old girl perked up… “How long was he missing?”

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Until a child tells you what they are thinking, we can’t even begin to imagine how their mind is working…

Little Zachary was doing very badly in math.
His parents had tried everything… tutors, mentors, flash cards, special learning centers. In short, everything they could think of to help with his math.

Finally, in a last ditch effort, they took Zachary down and enrolled him with the local Catholic school. After the first day, little Zachary came home with a very serious look on his face. He didn’t even kiss his mother hello. Instead, he went straight to his room and started studying.

Books and papers were spread out all over the room and little Zachary was hard at work. His mother was amazed. She called him down to dinner.

To her shock, the minute he was done, he marched back to his room without a word, and in no time, he was back hitting the books as hard as before.

This went on for some time, day after day, while the mother tried to understand what made all the difference.

Finally, little Zachary brought home his report Card. He quietly laid it on the table, went up to his room and hit the books. With great trepidation, his Mom looked at it and to her great surprise, Little Zachary got an ‘A’ in math.

She could no longer hold her curiosity. She went to his room and said, “Son, this is great! What was it? What helped you so much? Was it the nuns?”

Little Zachary looked at her and shook his head, no.

“Well, then,” she replied, “Was it the books, the discipline, the structure, the uniforms? WHAT WAS IT?”

Little Zachary looked at her and said, ‘Well, on the first day of school when I saw that guy nailed to the plus sign, I knew they weren’t fooling around.”

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The more people to whom you share, the more your friends will know you care.

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