[Mozi Esmé] Tiny Talk Tuesday
Mozi Esme
I’m recording the following for memory’s sake: the first riddle three-year-old Esmé took great delight in telling over and over…
Esmé: What flies but doesn’t have any wings?
Mom: You tell me.
Esmé: A kite!
Esmé: What flies and has wings?
Mom: A bird?
Esmé: That’s right!
Esmé: What flies and doesn’t have any wings?
Mom: A kite?
Esmé: Yes, and what else?
Mom: I don’t know.
Esmé: A flag!
Esmé: And even a helicopter!
There’s no end, I tell you. I am definitely cracking open the joke books so we can get a little variety going…
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We’ve been doing an overview of geography – maps, continents, that sort of thing – before we dive into studying specific countries. Today’s assignment was to draw a map. Here it is…
And here’s what Esmé has to say about it: “The continents. Arcantica, Bombay, Africa, and Australia. And October. And November. And December. The bedroom is in Australia. The yellow circles are stepping stones.”
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Esmé had her first authentic rock climbing experience this weekend. She had been talking big while watching others climb, telling us how she was going to get all the way to the top and hang out there for a little while, finding the “seven stones of Skulk Mountain.”
When it came time to go up, she insisted she could climb without the rope, though she did allow her Daddy to put on the harness and attach the rope anyway. She panicked when she realized the rope was holding her up – and got no further.
Analyzing things afterwards, I asked her why she didn’t trust the rope.
“It’s the wrong color!”
“What color would you trust?” I asked.
“Pink! Or red, or purple.”
Daddy just so happens to have a rope of the requisite color, so we’ll see how she does next time…
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Posted By Mozi Esme to Mozi Esmé at 10/19/2010 07:06:00 PM
Mozi Esme
Grandma gets credit for lots of things in this house.
I buy three-year-old Esmé some cute little trinket while we’re out on the town, and when we get home, her Pappa asks where she got it from.
“My grandma bought it for me. She got it from a store in Africa.” Or some other such thing.
Ahem…
So, Esmé started the Knock Knock joke phase this week, and I amazed her with my vast repertoire of three Knock Knock jokes. She tried them all back on me.
Then came this gem.
Esmé: Knock knock!
Mom: Who’s there?
Esmé: Peon!
Mom (unsuspecting, sure this has to do with peonies): Peon who?
Esmé: Pee on you!
Mom (shocked): Esmé! Where did you hear that one?
Esmé: My grandma told it to me!
Grandma! What were you thinking? (It’s only fair that you get credit for the bad as well as the good…) 
Anyways, I am in serious need of some good Knock Knock jokes. Anyone? Please?!
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Posted By Mozi Esme to Mozi Esmé at 10/26/2010 06:40:00 PM