Children have no use for psychology. They detest sociology. They will believe in God, the family, angels, devils, witches, goblins, logic, clarity, punctuation, and other such obsolete stuff. When a book is boring, they yawn openly. They don’t expect their writer to redeem humanity, but leave to adults such childish allusions.
The world would be a better place if we'd all learn to be as honest as Children. If only we'd never grow out of speaking the brutal truth consequences be damned. If only we'd dare speak our mind's without the fear of repercussions, but with an intent of better understanding. If we could speak and listen like a child without agenda, party, class, race or social labels getting in the way, well, we'd either really empathize and truly understand one another much more clearly or settle our differences with a tickle party or a slap fight.
Because nothing beats the honesty of children.
My Boy And His Ball
A few years ago, my son's ball got a small hole in it. I popped it. I had no idea how much it meant to him:
When I grow up, I want big boobs like you, but without being fat like you.
4-Year Old Justin, Future Artist and Subject of Dad's Next Therapy Session
Happy Middle Child Day
Yesterday was "Middle Child Day". Appropriately enough, no one even noticed.
"Mom, what's a metaphor?"
~ "My life's a train wreck."
"I know, but what's a metaphor?"
Do Not Ask A 1st Grader To Write A Letter To A Nursing Home
One Liners Say It all
- "Look, it's a picture of mama before she got saggy."
- "Mom and Dad, you are lucky you are alive. Happy Valentine's Day!"
- "Why do you have little volcanos on your face?"
- "The only thing that matters to me is being my dad. And you're awesome at it. When mommy leaves you and I get a new dad, I will always tell my new dad that my old dad was my favorite dad."
- Mom shaved her head and asked her 4-year-old if she thought she was beautiful to which her daughter replied, "I think hats are pretty."