Out of the Mouths of Babes! Kid Speak!

Out of the Mouths of Babes.
Little 2 years old Asha-Lea was ready to go home after a night out. Her dad asked her to get her backpack. And she burst into tears and pointed to her leg. Not understanding what was the problem and seeing her so upset I picked her up and then questioned her as to what the problem was. She kept pointing to her leg and crying. I carried her to her dad and as I approached him I said. I don'€™t know what the matter is with Asha-Lea. She keeps pointing to her leg and cries like she is in pain. On that he queried her as to what was the problem with her legs and her reply in a very sad and sorry tone was, My LEGS!! Are painted on, Daddy. LOL she had taken this saying literally and the tears were from the thought of the effort involved retrieving the bag. Not wishing to carry the extra load with her by then, 'tired little legs'.
As an explanation here for those who do not understand this saying " Are your Legs Painted On?" it means that when you are not inclined to do something and ask another to do it for you, like: "Will you turn the heater on please,?" even though there is no reason why you can not turn it on yourself, other than inertia or that the other might be closer to the heater.
The asked person in an anoyed tone might retort back at you "Why can't you turn it on yourself? Are Your Legs Painted on? " meaning . "Are you too lazy to do it yourself?" there fore suggesting that you are a physically able person and your limbs are there for using and not purely for decorative reasons.
Out of the mouths of babes don'€™t you just love them?

On a longish trip we all travelled with the two year old and four year old girls in the back seat with an adult between them and the two boys in the middle seat one year old and seven year old respectively.
I was in the front seat next to the driver and trying to keep everything under control after ninety minutes into this three-hour journey. You know how it goes:
The," Are we there yet? " and the "How much further?",combined with so many, I Spy with my little eyes, that it becomes monotonous. The baby dozing off and on and the pit stops combined with the snacking moments. It was at about this time that a conversation started in the back seat between the uncle and his four-year-old niece, Hannah.
She sincerely shares with us all,  I would miss my daddy if he died Before any one could even think about the poignant statement, her seven year old brother in big brotherly tone retorts, €œ Hannah change the subject, this is not a good time to start talking like this. As taken aback as I was on hearing her dear little concerns, I was jolted back into my adult world with her older brothers quick response. The conversation proceeded with no more mention of her fears, and the conversation quickly steered towards the fair rides the children had ridden on, in the last week at the local Show.
Harry is telling us all about his fantastic time on several different rides as Hannah, interjects with her recall of the rides that she had ridden on. Once again big brother interjects and tells us all  Hannah! You only went on the Cup and Saucer and the Traffic Jam. Speaking from authority and giving fact back to the conversation was, Big brother Harry, yet again.
I had to chuckle to myself again and of course a seven-year-old worldly lad does know more than his kindergarten four-year-old sister. Does n'€™t he? So it was interesting at one of the stops when young Hannah said to me,
 Harry says that I am stupid. My reply to her was that she is definitely not stupid and I will speak to him about saying that to her. So at the next opportune moment I spoke to Harry and told him not call his sister stupid as she was only younger, and had not caught up to his knowledge yet.
He! smiled.
Oh yes, out of the mouths of babes.
Above is a photo from the Fair or Royal Show as we call them here that I shot whilst attending a few weeks back..
Also if you see a reflection in the mirror above the merry go round?
Yes it is me taking the picture and remembering when I got so dizzy on a ride once as a child, that I fell right off of it. LOL Embarrassing memories.
Oh! did I say that I was!!! unwell at the time?
Milli 2007