I was just snuggling with my daughter in her wee bed, and she had been quiet for a minute or two when she says to me: “How many people draw perfect circles?” (Only she still says “puh-fect suh-cles”).
I say “Oh, not many.”
“Yeah, that’s probably done by machines.”
“You know what honey, you really have to settle down now….”
“Can I just -?”
“One thing,” I say, my cheek against her forehead, my arms around her.
“You know those things that you trace where you make everything just puh-fect?”
“Yeah….”
“Does a machine make those things?”
“Yeah, a machine makes them.”
“I thought so. I knew a puh-son couldn’t make it like that.”
I grin and grin and pull her even closer, kiss her forehead, and say: “You are, just, figuring out the world…!”
And without missing a beat she says: “But I’m only just at the start of it. Because I’m six years old.”
Emily L. Hauser - In My Head 
Kivrin
/ February 16, 2010Hey, stop that—now *my* heart hurts! 🙂
So adorable.
sue swartz
/ February 17, 2010As Art Linkletter used to say: kids say the darndest things! Reminds me of my grandson on the day before his 3rd birthday, on realizing that he was no longer going to be two: “It’s a whole new world!”
Paul in KY
/ February 17, 2010Cute story, Emily. Is it true (according to Lise) that you have a policy of not responding to any comments made here?
emilylhauser
/ February 17, 2010(Psst! A post about just this issue is forthcoming! Watch your screen!)
Lise
/ February 17, 2010Awwwwwwwwwwww!!! Remember when she called things “stingies” and thumbs “stumps” and sparkles “sprinkles” and….I’m going to hate it when she can pronounce everything puh-fect.