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.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2018

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Kiser Avatar
September 28, 2018 at 10:01 PM
I once taught 4 and 5 year olds in bible school; they are amazing philosophers; wonders within themselves. Well penned.
Krutsinger Avatar
September 29, 2018 at 1:31 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.
Mcferran Avatar
September 28, 2018 at 3:22 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
Krutsinger Avatar
September 29, 2018 at 1:32 AM
I am so glad you caught that. I knew you would, but I wanted it to be subtle.
Jim Avatar
September 28, 2018 at 4:59 AM
Very hilarious and interesting at the same time
Krutsinger Avatar
September 28, 2018 at 7:10 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.
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