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11-03-2013 Kids & Proverbs   Leave a comment

As I’ve stated many times in the past I just love talking to kids.  The only thing you can be absolutely sure of in those conversations is receiving unedited answers which are what they perceive to be the truth.  They are almost always funny and and direct, an ability that most adults have lost due to decades of political correct indoctrination.  I try to enjoy conversing with kids before they age enough to become guarded, jaded, and uninteresting, much like their parents.

I’ve posted before with kid’s thoughts on Christmas, Love and Marriage, and other subjects.  The information contained in this post was collected by a first grade teacher who took a collection of well-known proverbs and split them into two parts. Each child in her class was supplied with the first half of a proverb, and then asked to complete it. Their insight as always makes me smile. Here we go.

Better to be safe than . . . . Punch a 5th grader.

Strike while the . . . . Bug is close.

It’s always darkest before . . . . Daylight Savings Time.

Never underestimate the power of . . . . Termites.

You can lead a horse to water but . . . .  how?

Don’t bite the hand that . . . . looks dirty.

No news is . . . . impossible.

A miss is as good as a . . . . Mr.

You can’t teach an old dog new . . . . math.

If you lie down with dogs, you . . . . stink in the morning.

Love all, trust . . . . me.

The pen is mightier than the . . . . pigs.

An idle mind is . . . . the best way to relax.

Where there’s smoke there’s . . . . Pollution.

Happy the bride who . . . . gets all the presents.

A penny saved is . . . . not much.

Two’s company, three’s . . . . the Musketeers.

Don’t put off till tomorrow what . . . . you put on to go to bed.

Laugh and the whole world laughs with you, cry and . . . . you have to blow your nose.

None are so blind as . . . . Helen Keller.

Children should be seen and not . . . . spanked or grounded.

If at first you don’t succeed . . . . get new batteries.

You get out of something what you . . . . see pictured on the box.

When the blind leadeth the blind . . . . get out of the way.

It’s unfortunate that almost all of us lose the ability to be frank and honest as we age.  I spent a career trying to be frank and honest and I paid a heavy price for it at times.  I consistently attempted to follow my late father’s #1 rule. It’s nothing from the Bible or any other  religious organization, just a plain and simple statement to help set the course for my life.  ‘”ALWAYS DO THE RIGHT THING, REGARDLESS OF THE CONSEQUENCES”.  It’s not an easy thing to do because most people claim to want honesty from everyone until they get it, then  it can get ugly. Kids are pure and uncontaminated by the ugliness of the human condition and it does the heart good for those of us already contaminated  to remember those days.

10-06-2013   2 comments

How often do you stop and think about when you were a kid?  Does it make you sometimes wish you could be that kid again? Good questions and I’m sure I know the answers.  Of course we’ve all  taken that trip back to a simpler way of life where there was little or no stress and no overwhelming problems.  Our biggest worries then were who to play with and for how long.

Art Linkletter made a fortune with “Kids Say the Darndest Things” because kids really do say the darndest things.  They blurt out the truth without thinking about consequences or hurt feelings.  Sometimes they’re blunt, sometimes cute,  and always funny.  I’ve collected the following blurbs during my travels on the Net to help make my point even more interesting.

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  • While taking a routine vandalism report at an elementary school, I was interrupted by a little girl about six years old. Looking up and down at my uniform, she asked, "Are you a cop?" "Yes," I answered and continued writing the report. "My mother said if I ever needed help I should ask the police. Is that right?" "Yes, that’s right," I told her. "Well, then," she said as she extended her foot toward me, "would you please tie my shoe?
  • A little girl had just finished her first week of school. "I’m just wasting my time," she said to her mother. "I can’t read, I can’t write – and they won’t let me talk!"
  • It was the end of the day when I parked my police van in front of the station. As I gathered my equipment, my K-9 partner, Jake, was barking, and I saw a little boy staring in at me. "Is that a dog you got back there?" he asked. "It sure is," I replied. Puzzled, the boy looked at me and then towards the back of the van. Finally he said, "What’d he do?"
  • While working for an organization that delivers lunches to elderly shut-ins, I used to take my four-year-old daughter on my afternoon rounds. She was unfailingly intrigued by the various appliances of old age, particularly the canes, walkers and wheelchairs. One day I found her staring at a pair of false teeth soaking in a glass. As I braced myself for the inevitable barrage of questions, she merely turned and whispered, "The tooth fairy will never believe this!"
  • While walking along the sidewalk in front of his church, our minister heard the intoning of a prayer that nearly made his collar wilt. Apparently, his five-year-old son and his playmates had found a dead robin. Feeling that proper burial should be performed, they had secured a small box and cotton batting, then dug a hole and made ready for the disposal of the deceased. The minister’s son was chosen to say the appropriate prayers and with sonorous dignity intoned his version of what he thought his father always said: "Glory be unto the Faaaather. .and unto the Soonnn. …..and into the hole he gooooes."

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I can’t get enough of these types of stories.  There’s  nothing better for me than to have the time to sit with a youngster and just have a normal conversation about anything.  The way their mind works and how they express their ideas and observations is the absolute best. 

We are a week or two away from celebrating our grandson’s first birthday and this week he began walking for the first time.  I’m glad about that but he won’t be a real person to me until I can hear him speak his mind.  He’ll probably be speaking within a few months and I can’t wait to hear what he has to say.  As I watch him now as he observes the world around him, I can almost see him thinking.  After more than a year of observing all of us he’s sure to have plenty of questions and opinions.  I  can’t wait to hear them.