There’s nothing like the innocence of a child. I write about them often because not only are they pure, they’re also hilarious. I teach school and have for the past 20 years. If only I’d kept a journal of all the things they say – goodness, you can’t make up the stuff that comes out of their mouths!
This precious boy is my youngest when he was four. He loved his battery operated truck and drove it around our yard every moment he could. One day I found him with my daughter’s life-size Barbie. He had one arm around her shoulders as he drove. I asked him what he was up to and he informed me that he and ‘fweetie’ were riding around. I’ll never, ever forget ‘fweetie’ (sweetie).
He’s a handsome, almost sixteen year old these days, finding his way through high school. He’s counting down the days until he gets his license.
And yes, he already has a truck. A real one this time.