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Real Real Cookies

The five-year-old with his little dwarfish face refused to talk for a full eight minutes.
Until the speech teacher who wanted to hear him speak left, then he began to jabber.
I like to make real real cookies.
I smiled.  What are they?
They are hot. I make them with grandma.
How do you make them?
I don’t know.
Do you use a bowl?
Sometimes.
What do you put in there?
He is playing with a bunch of plastic animals, ignoring me.
For about two minutes.
Butter, chocolate and other stuff, he says, finally. He looks up and smiles.
A co-conspirator in this conversation.
I smile.
And my cat helps, he says.
What is your cat’s name?
Rebel.
What kind of cat?
One with eyes.
Okay.
Big?
No.  Giggle. Not a monster cat!  Laugh.
We grin at each other.
It is always fun to start the day with an engaging five-year-old.
I shall never retire.

Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2018

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M. L. Kiser Date: 9/12/2018 5:29:00 AM Love this: "And my cat helps, he says." Sounds like me as a kid. Five year olds are indeed fun, as are four year olds. Always providing unique wisdom, they see the world so profoundly. A great erad. Login to Reply Caren Krutsinger Date: 9/12/2018 5:30:00 AM Thank you M.L. I have so much to write as I play with children all week long, and on the weekends. The only time I do not have them, my dog and husband act like them, which helps me get through my weeknights.

Ilene Bauer Date: 9/11/2018 5:23:00 PM your students are very lucky to have you, caren! it's so wonderful to read of your delight in them... Login to Reply Caren Krutsinger Date: 9/11/2018 6:05:00 PM Ilene, I am writing the whole time I am playing with them, and none of them notice. They are so happy, and I with them.