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From the desk of Dora DePaoli: Tickled by tikes and tots

January 18, 2002

I get so tickled by some of the things kids come up with. My 5-year-old grandson, Eric, and I were recently talking about different kinds of jobs. He rattled off the first ones that came to his mind: policeman, fireman, farmer, doctor, mailman, bus driver and a few others before mentioning his mother's job of teacher. When I asked him if he knew what my job was, he confirmed my suspicions when he replied: "You're a maid. You clean up after everyone."

This summer while I was walking around the beautiful University of San Diego campus with Eric we got to watch part of a football game with wonderful half-time activities. He got so excited and didn't want to leave the campus after we visited the new gym and a couple buildings. At the end of our visit I asked if he might want to attend college there some day. His wide-eyed response surprised me:


"If I do that, Mimi, I'll really have to stay in the lines when I color."

A few days ago I received the following stories from a friend:

A little girl walked to and from school daily. Though the weather that morning was questionable and clouds were forming, she made her daily trek to the elementary school. As the afternoon progressed, the winds whipped up, along with thunder and lightning. The mother of the little girl felt concerned that her daughter would be frightened as she walked home from school and she herself feared that the electrical storm might harm her child.

Following the roar of thunder, lightning, like a flaming sword, would cut through the sky. Full of concern, the mother quickly got into her car and drove along the route to her child's school. As she did so, she saw her little girl walking along, but at each flash of lightning, the child would stop, look up and smile.

Another and another were to follow quickly and with each the little girl would look at the streak of light and smile. When the mother's car drew up beside the child she lowered the window and called to her, "What are you doing? Why do you keep stopping?"

The child answered, "I am trying to look pretty. God keeps taking my picture."

From the mouths of babes … A group of professional people posed this question to a group of 4- to 8-year-olds, "What does love mean?"

"When my grandmother got arthritis, she couldn't bend over and paint her toenails anymore. So my grandfather does it for her all the time, even when his hands got arthritis, too. That's love."

"Love is when a girl puts on perfume and a boy puts on shaving cologne and they go out and smell each other."

"When someone loves you, the way they say your name is different. You know that your name is safe in their mouth."

"Love is when my Mommy makes coffee for my Daddy and she takes a sip before giving it to him to make sure the taste is OK."

"Love is when you tell a guy you like his shirt, then he wears it every day."

"When you love somebody, your eyelashes go up and down and little stars come out of you."

"If you want to learn to love better, you should start with a friend you hate."

"Love is when Mommy sees Daddy smelly and sweaty and still says he is handsomer than Robert Redford."

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