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Five Always Gets Me To Real

Hey, no fair! We don’t get to wear our pajamas! I am wearing a Mickey Mouse sweatshirt, and pink corduroy pants. Did you think these are my pajamas? I ask her. Age five nods her head. Did you sleep in them? She queries. I laugh. No, did you sleep in that? She looks down, to see what she is wearing. Pauses a second. I don’t think so, she says. Five is a lark, always getting me down to real.

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M. L. Kiser

Date: 9/28/2018 10:01:00 PM

I once taught 4 and 5 year olds in bible school; they are amazing philosophers; wonders within themselves. Well penned.

Caren Krutsinger
Date: 9/29/2018 1:31:00 AM

All I have to do, M.L., is write the truth, and maybe embellish it a bit. In this case, it is completely what happened.

Rhona Mcferran

Date: 9/28/2018 3:22:00 PM

Adorable... and love the part where she has to look down to see what she's wearing, and try to remember if she slept in it! ;D

Caren Krutsinger
Date: 9/29/2018 1:32:00 AM

I am so glad you caught that. I knew you would, but I wanted it to be subtle.

Chris Jim

Date: 9/28/2018 4:59:00 AM

Very hilarious and interesting at the same time

Caren Krutsinger
Date: 9/28/2018 7:10:00 AM

Thank you. All I have to do is write what I know. It's fun here every single day with the fives and six's. Sevens tend to take things a bit more seriously, and eights try to be totally socialized.