Beanie-isms

I know, I know...  I've already posted today, but I am enjoying a little alone time tonight, so thought I would mention some children "funnies" of the past few days. 

My granddaughter, Robin, will be 4 in August.  Robin Michelle became "Robbie," then "Robeena," then "Beana," "Beanie," "Beaner", "Shelly Bean," "Jumping Bean," and on from there...  Most of the time, I just call her Beanie.  Beanie is a babbler--a Chatty Kathy -type with a huge vocabulary--and very animated when she talks.  And Heaven help you if you aren't listening when she does!

The other day, Daddy brought home some plants to put in the garden.  The children "helped".  Beanie came dashing into the house to tell me and her mother, "We put some plants in the ground and I gave them some water to help them grow, and we shook hands with them to get to know them better, and, and, "blah, blah, blah...  We laughed out loud.  Shook hands to get to know them better?  Did we hear that right?

Robin and Ryan are going to start day care next week.  We are calling it "school".  Today, Robin was playing in the sandbox.  She had made an island, and put a tall stick in it, saying "That is a teacher, and she is looking high and low for her students."  Yeah...I look high and low for my students, too...

Beaner used to talk to ants, asking them about their home and families...and let them crawl all over her.  Imagine my surprise the other day when she squashed one with her foot.  Then she looked at me and said, "Do you think you just saw me step on an ant with my shoe?"  Uh...yes...I THINK I did!  What's up with that?

Robin cut her hair last week.  Just took a pair of scissors and whacked off 5 or 6 inches of locks by one ear.  Her mother took her to a beautician for damage control, but there wasn't much that could be done.  When I said something about how short her hair would be if we fixed it, she said, "My daddy will still say my hair is pretty."  Now that, my friends, is security!

And with that, I will go to bed!