Flatter me, and I may not believe you.
Criticize me, and I may not like you.
Ignore me, and I may not forgive you.
Encourage me, and I may not forget you.
---- William Arthur Ward


 Questions about love and marriage were posed to kids
ages 5 to 10. Their answers below are enlightening:


        "Eighty-four! Because at that age, you don't have to work anymore, and
       you can spend all your time loving each other in your bedroom."
 (Judy, 8)

 "Once I'm done with kindergarten, I'm going to find me a wife!"
(Tom, 5)


 "On the first date, they just tell each other lies, and that usually
  gets them interested enough to go for a second date."
(Mike, 10)


 "You should never kiss a girl unless you have enough
bucks to buy her a big ring and her own VCR, cause
she'll want to have videos of the wedding." (Jim, 10)


 "It's better for girls to be single, but not for boys. Boys need
 somebody to clean up after them!"  (Lynette, 9)

 "It gives me a headache to think about that stuff. I'm just a kid. I
 don't need that kind of trouble."  (Kenny, 7)


       "No one is sure why it happens, but I heard it has something to do
        with how you smell. That's why perfume and deodorant are so popular."
  (Jan, 9)

      "I think you're supposed to get shot with an arrow or something, but
      the rest of it isn't supposed to be so painful." (Harlen, 8)


 "Like an avalanche where you have to run for your life." (Roger, 9)

 "If falling in love is anything like learning how to spell, I don't
 want to do it. It takes too long."  (Leo, 7)


      "If you want to be loved by somebody who isn't already in your family,
      it doesn't hurt to be beautiful."  (Jeanne, 8)

 "It isn't always just how you look. Look at me. I'm handsome like
 anything and I haven't got anybody to marry me yet." (Gary,7)

 "Beauty is skin deep. But how rich you are can last a long time."
 (Christine, 9)


      "They want to make sure their rings don't fall off because they paid
 good money for them."  (Dave, 8)


       "I'm in favor of love as long as it doesn't happen when 'The Simpsons'
 is on television."  (Anita, 6)

 "Love will find you, even if you are trying to hide from it. I have
 been trying to hide from it since I was five, but the girls keep
 finding me." (Bobby, 8)

 "I'm not rushing into being in love. I'm finding fourth grade hard
 enough."  (Regina, 10)


      "One of you should know how to write a check. Because, even if you
      have tons of love, there is still going to be a lot of bills." (Ava, 8)

        "Tell them that you own a whole bunch of candy stores." (Del,6)

 "Don't do things like have smelly, green sneakers. You might get
 attention, but attention ain't the same thing as love." (Alonzo, 9)

      "One way is to take the girl out to eat. Make sure it's something she
 likes to eat. French fries usually works for me." (Bart, 9)

     "Just see if the man picks up the check. That's how you can tell
 if he's in love."  (John, 9)

 "Lovers will just be staring at each other and their food will get
 cold. Other people care more about the food." (Brad, 8)

      "It's love if they order one of those desserts that are on fire. They
      like to order those because it's just like how their hearts are on
 fire." (Christine, 9)


 "The person is thinking: Yeah, I really do love him. But I hope he
 showers at least once a day."  (Michelle, 9)


     "You learn it right on the spot when the gushy feelings get the best
 of you." (Doug, 7)

 "It might help to watch soap operas all day."  (Carin, 9)


 "It's never okay to kiss a boy. They always slobber all over you.
 That's why I stopped doing it."  (Jean, 10)


     "Spend most of your time loving instead of going to work." (Tom, 7)

 "Don't forget your wife's name.  That will mess up the love."

       Be a good kisser. It might make your wife forget that you never take
 out the trash.  (Randy,  8)


The following are all quotes from 11-year-olds' science exams:
       When you breathe, you inspire. When you do not breathe, you expire.
  H2O is hot water, and CO2 is cold water.
               To collect fumes of sulphur, hold a deacon over a flame in a test tube.
       When you smell an odorless gas, it is probably carbon monoxide.
  Water is composed of 2 gins, Oxygin & Hydrogin.
Oxygen is pure gin. Hydrogin is gin and water. Three
kinds of blood vessels are arteries, vanes and caterpillers.
  Respiration is composed of 2 acts, first inspiration, and then
  The moon is a planet just like earth, only it is even deader.
  Dew is formed on leaves when the sun shines down
on them and makes them perspire.
            A super-saturated solution is one that holds more than it can hold.
         Mushrooms always grow in damp places and so they look like
          umbrellas. The body consists of three parts- the brainium, the
           borax and theabominable cavity. The brainium contains the brain,
          the borax contains the heart and lungs, and the abominable
          cavity contains the bowels, of which there are five - a, e, i, o, & u.
  The pistol of a flower is its only protection against insects.
        The alimentary canal is located in the northern part of Indiana.
         A fossil is an extinct animal. The older it is, the more extinct it is.
  Germinate: To become a naturalized German.
  Liter: A nest of young puppies.
  Planet: A body of Earth surrounded by sky.
  Rhubarb: A kind of celery gone bloodshot.
  Vacuum: A large, empty space where the pope lives.
       To remove dust from the eye, pull the eye down over the nose.
     For a nosebleed: Put the nose much lower then the body until
the heart stops.
           For drowning: Climb on top of the person and move up and down
to make artifical perspiration.
       For fainting: Rub the person's chest, or if a lady, rub her arm
       above the hand instead. Or put the head between the knees of
the nearest medical doctor.
       For dog bite: Put the dog away for several days. If he has not
  recovered, then kill it.
  To keep milk from turning sour: Keep it in the cow.

GRAMPY            IAN

Don't sweat the petty things.
And don't pet the sweaty things.

            Written by Danny Dutton, age 8, from Chula Vista, California, for
          his third grade homework assignment to "Explain God".

        One of God's main jobs is making people.  He makes them to
         replace the ones that die so there will be enough people to take
         care o things on earth. He doesn't make grown-ups, just babies.
       I think because they are smaller and easier to make.  That way,
      He doesn't have to take up His valuable time teaching them to
     talk and walk, He can just leave that to mothers and fathers.
      God's second most important job is listening to prayers.  An
      awful lot of this goes on, since some people, like preachers and
    things, pray at times besides bedtime. God doesn't have time
      to listen to the radio or TV because of this.Because He hears
     everything there must be a terrible lot of noise in His ears,
    unless He has thought of a way to turn it off. God sees
    everything and hears everything and is everywhere which
       keeps him pretty busy.  So you shouldn't go wasting His time
       by going over your mom and dad's head asking for something
      they said you couldn't have. Atheists are people who don't
believe in God.  I don't think thereare any in Chula Vista. At
       least there aren't any who come to our church.  Jesus is God's
      Son.  He used to do all the hard work like walking on water and
       performing miracles and trying to teach the people who didn't
         want to learn about God.  They finally got tired of Him preaching
       to them and they crucified Him.  But He was good and kind like
         His Father and He told His Father thatthey didn't know what they
        were doing and to forgive them and God said OK.His Dad (God)
       appreciated everything that He had done and all Hishard work
      on earth so He told Him He didn't have to go out on the road
       anymore, He could stay in heaven.  So He did.And now He helps
       His Dad out by listening to prayers and seeing things which are
       important for God to take care of and which ones He can take
         care of Himself without having to bother God.  Like a secretary
       only more important.You can pray anytimeyou want and they
      are sure to hear you because they got it worked out so one of
      them is on duty all the times.You should always go to Church
           on Sunday because it makes God happy, and if there's anybody
      you want to make happy, it's God. Don't skip churchto do
     somethingyou think will be more fun likegoing to the beach.
      come out at the beach until noon anyway.If you don't believe in
       God, besides being an atheist, you will be very lonely, because
            your parents can't go everywhere with you, like to camp, but God
        can. It is good to know He's around you when you're scared in
        the dark or when you can't swim very good and you get thrown
       into real deep water by big kids. But you shouldn't just always
       think of what God can do for you.  I figure God put me here
      and He can take me back anytime He pleases. That is why I
   believe in God."

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       Why Mothers Cry

  "Why are you crying?" he asked his mom.
   "Because I'm a mother," she told him.
   "I don't understand," he said.
    His mom just hugged him and said, "You never will!"
         Later the little boy asked his father why Mother seemed
to cry for no reason.
        "All mothers cry for no reason," was all his dad could say.
         The little boy grew up and became a man, still wondering
        why mothers cry.  So he finally put in a call to God and
         when God got on the phone the man said, "God, why do
        mothers cry so easily." God said, "You see son,when I
     made mothers they had to be special.  I made their
          shoulders strong enough to carry the weight of the world,
        yet gentle enough to give comfort.  I gave them an inner
        strength to endure childbirth and the rejection that many
         times come from their children. "I gave them a hardiness
        that allows them to keep going wheneveryone else gives
          up, and to take care of their families through sickness and
         fatigue without complaining. "I gave them the sensitivity
         to love their children under all circumstances, even when
         their child has hurt them very badly. This same sensitivity
        helps them to make a child's boo-boo feel better and helps
         them share a teenager's anxieties and fears. "I gave them
          a  tear to shed.  It's theirs exclusively to use whenever it's
         needed.  It's their only weakness.  It's a tearfor mankind."
                                                - - - - - - AUTHOR UNKNOWN
When I'm a little old lady
then I'll live with my children
 and bring them great joyto repay all I've had
 from each girl and boy.
 I shall draw on the wallsand scuff up the floor;
 run in and outwithout closing the door.
I'll hide frogs in the pantry.socks under my bed,
whenever they scold meI'll just hang my head.
I'll run and I'll romp, always fritter away
the time to be spent doing chores every day.
I'll pester my children when they're on the phone
as long as they're busy I won't leave them alone.
Hide candy in closets, rocks in a drawer,
and never pick up my clothes from off of the floor.
Dash off to the movies and not wash a dish.
I'll plead for allowance whenever I wish.
I'll stuff up the plumbing and deluge the floor.
As soon as they've mopped it, I'll flood it some more.
When they correct me, I'll lie down and cry,
Kicking and screaming, not a tear in my eye.
I'll take all their pencils and flashlights, and then
when they buy new ones, I'll take them again.
I'll spill glasses of milk to complete every meal,
eat my banana and just drop the peel.
Put toys on the table, spill jam on the floor,
I'll break lots of dishes as though I were four.
What fun I shall have, what joy it will be
to live with my children....the way they lived with me!
(author unknown)

You Know You're A Mom When..."
1. You count the sprinkles on each kid's cupcake to make
sure they're equal.
2. You want to take out a contract on the kid who broke
your child's favorite toy and made him/her cry.
3. You have time to shave only one leg at a time.
4. You hide in the bathroom to be alone.
5. You child throws up, and you catch it.
  6. Someone else's kid throws up at a party, and you keep eating.
7. You consider finger paint to be a controlled substance.
8. You mastered the art of placing large quanitities of
pancakes and eggs on a plate without anything touching.
9. Your child insists that you read Once Upon a Potty
out loud in the lobby of the doctor's office, or, better yet,
in the lobby of a Grand Central Station... and you do it.
10. You hire a sitter because you haven't been out with
your husband in ages, then spend half the night talking
about and checking on the kids.
11. You hope ketchup is a vegetable because it's the only
one your child eats.
12. You cling to the high moral ground on toy weapons,
while your child chews his toast into the shape of a gun.
     13. You can't bear the thought of your son's first girlfriend.
14. You hate the thought of his wife even more.
15. You donate to charities in the hope that your child
won't get that disease.
16. You find yourself cutting your husband's sandwiches
into unusual shapes.
17. You fast-forward through the scene when the hunter
shoots Bambi's mother.
18. You use your own saliva to clean your child's face.
19. You obsess when your child clings to you upon parting
during his first month at school, then obsess when he skips
in without looking back the second time.
20. You can't bear to give away baby clothes--it's so final.
21. You hear your mother's voice coming out of your mouth
when you say, "Not in your good clothes!"
22. You stop criticizing the way your mother raised you.
23. You read that the average five-year-old asks 437 questions
a day and feel proud that your kid is above average.
24. You say at least once a day, I'm not cut out for this job,
but you know you wouldn't trade it for anything in the world



            One summer evening during a violent thunderstorm a mother
  was tucking her small boy into bed.
  She was about to turn off the light when he
asked with a tremor in his voice,
"Mommy, will you sleep with me tonight?"
      The mother smiled and gave him a reassuring hug.
     "I can't dear she said. "I have to sleep in Daddy's room."
          A long silence was broken at last by a shaken little voice saying,
 "The big sissy."


      He was just a little lad and on a Sabbath day was wandering
     home from Sunday School and dawdling on his way.
      He scuffed his shoes into the grass: he found a caterpillar,
       He found a fluffy milkweed pod and blew out all the "Filler."
      A bird's nest in the tree overhead, so wisely placed and high,
Was just another wonder that caught his eager eye.
          A neighbor watched his zig-zag course and hailed him from the
          lawn,asked him where he'd been that day and what was going on.
         "Oh, I've been to Sunday School."
          (He carefully turned the sod and found a snail beneath it).
          "I've learned alot of God. "Mmmm, a very fine way,"
        the neighbor said,"for a boy to spend his time.
        If you'll tell me where God is, I'll give you a brand new dime."
        Quick as a flash his answer came, nor were his accents faint,
          "I'll give you a dollar, Mister, if you'll tell me where God ain't!"
    author unknown
      Class of 2002
     Are you feeling old? If not, consider this:
       The people who are starting college this fall across the nation
     were born in 1980.
       * They have no meaningful recollection of the Reagan era.
         * They were prepubescent when the Persian Gulf War was waged.
       * Black Monday 1987 is as significant to them as the Great
     * Their world has always included AIDS.
     * Atari predates them, as do vinyl albums and cassette audio
tapes; theymay have heard of an 8-track,
but probably never actually seen (or heard) one.
        * The digital Disc was presented to Wall Street when they were
        1 yr old
      * From their earliest years, a camera was something you used
   once and threw away.
         . As far as they know, stamps have always cost about 32 cents.
        . Few have used a TV set with only 13 channels.
           . Some use the word "clickers" for "remote control", yet they
     do not know why they say it.
           . They were born the year that Walkmen were introduced
     by Sony.
         . The expression "you sound like a broken record"
      means nothing to them.

        A Child's Garden Of Verses (excerpts)

 The Cow
The friendly cow, all red and white,
    I love with all my heart:
She gives me cream with all her might,
    To eat with apple-tart.
She wanders lowing here and there,
    And yet she cannot stray,
All in the pleasant open air,
    The pleasant light of day;
And blown by all the winds that pass,
    And wet with all the showers,
She walks among the meadow grass
    And eats the meadow flowers.
Bed In Summer
In winter I get up at night
And dress by yellow candle-light.
In summer, quite the other way,
I have to go to bed by day.
I have to go to bed and see
The birds still hopping on the tree,
Or hear the grown-up people's feet
Still going past me in the street.
And does it not seem hard to you,
When all the sky is clear and blue,
And I should like so much to play,
To have to go to bed by day?
 Young Night Thought
All night long, and every night,
When my mamma puts out the light,
I see the people marching by,
As plain as day, before my eye.
Armies and emperors and kings,
All carrying different kinds of things,
And marching in so grand a way,
You never saw the like by day.
So fine a show was never seen,
At the great circus on the green;
For every kind of beast and man
Is marching in that caravan.
At first they move a little slow,
But still the faster on they go,
And still beside them close I keep
Until we reach the town of Sleep.
 Good And Bad Children
Children, you are very little,
And your bones are very brittle;
If you would grow great and stately,
You must try to walk sedately.
You must still be bright and quiet,
And content with simple diet;
And remain, through all bewild'ring,
Innocent and honest children.
Happy hearts and happy faces,
Happy play in grassy places --
That was how, in ancient ages,
Children grew to kings and sages.
But the unkind and the unruly,
And the sort who eat unduly,
They must never hope for glory --
Theirs is quite a different story!
Cruel children, crying babies,
All grow up as geese and gabies,
Hated, as their age increases,
By their nephews and their nieces.
 Windy Nights
Whenever the moon and stars are set,
    Whenever the wind is high,
All night long in the dark and wet,
    A man goes riding by.
Late in the night when the fires are out,
Why does he gallop and gallop about?
Whenever the trees are crying aloud,
    And ships are tossed at sea,
By, on the highway, low and loud,
    By at the gallop goes he.
By at the gallop he goes, and then
By he comes back at the gallop again.
Where Go The Boats?
Dark brown is the river,
    Golden is the sand.
It flows along for ever,
    With trees on either hand.
Green leaves a-floating,
    Castles of the foam,
Boats of mine a-boating --
    Where will all come home?
On goes the river
    And out past the mill,
Away down the valley,
    Away down the hill.
Away down the river,
    A hundred miles or more,
Other little children
    Shall bring my boats ashore.
 The Land Of Counterpane
When I was sick and lay a-bed,
I had two pillows at my head,
And all my toys beside me lay
To keep me happy all the day.
And sometimes for an hour or so
I watched my leaden soldiers go,
With different uniforms and drills,
Among the bed-clothes, through the hills;
And sometimes sent my ships in fleets
All up and down among the sheets;
Or brought my trees and houses out,
And planted cities all about.
I was the giant great and still
That sits upon the pillow-hill,
And sees before him, dale and plain,
The pleasant land of counterpane.
 The Land Of Nod
From breakfast on through all the day
At home among my friends I stay;
But every night I go abroad
Afar into the land of Nod.
All by myself I have to go,
With none to tell me what to do --
All alone beside the streams
And up the mountain-sides of dreams.
The strangest things are there for me,
Both things to eat and things to see,
And many frightened sights abroad
Till morning in the land of Nod.
Try as I like to find the way,
I never can get back by day,
Nor can remember plain and clear
The curious music that I hear.
 The Wind
I saw you toss the kites on high
And blow the birds about the sky;
And all around I heard you pass,
Like ladies' skirts across the grass --
    O wind, a-blowing all day long,
    O wind, that sings so loud a song!
I saw the different things you did,
But always you yourself you hid.
I felt you push, I heard you call,
I could not see yourself at all --
    O wind, a-blowing all day long,
    O wind, that sings so loud a song!
O you that are so strong and cold,
O blower, are you young or old ?
Are you a beast of field and tree,
Or just a stronger child than me ?
    O wind, a-blowing all day long,
    O wind, that sings so loud a song!
  Whole Duty Of Children
A child should always say what's true,
And speak when he is spoken to,
And behave mannerly at table;
At least as far as he is able.
The Sun's Travels
The sun is not a-bed when I
At night upon my pillow lie;
Still round the earth his way he takes,
And morning after morning makes.
While here at home, in shining day,
We round the sunny garden play,
Each little Indian sleepy-head
Is being kissed and put to bed.
And when at eve I rise from tea,
Day dawns beyond the Atlantic Sea;
And all the children in the West
Are getting up and being dressed.
The Swing
How do you like to go up in a swing,
    Up in the air so blue?
Oh, I do think it the pleasantest thing
    Ever a child can do!
Up in the air and over the wall,
    Till I can see so wide,
Rivers and trees and cattle and all
    Over the countryside --
Till I look down on the garden green,
    Down on the roof so brown --
Up in the air I go flying again,
    Up in the air and down!

Kid Logic
* Great Truths About Life That Little Children Have learned
try, you can't baptize cats.
 * When your mom is mad at your dad, don't let her brush your
* If your sister hits you, don't hit her back.  They always catch
    the second person.
 * Never ask your 3-year old brother to hold a tomato.
 * You can't trust dogs to watch your food.
 * Reading what people write on desks can teach you a lot.
 * Don't sneeze when someone is cutting your hair.
 * Puppies still have bad breath even after eating a tic tac.
 * Never hold a dustbuster and a cat at the same time.
 * School lunches stick to the wall.
 * You can't hide a piece of broccoli in a glass of milk.
 * Don't wear polka-dot underwear under white shorts.

Block City
Robert Louis Stevenson
What are you able to build with your blocks?
Castles and palaces, temples and docks.
Rain may keep raining, and others go roam,
But I can be happy and building at home.
Let the sofa be mountains, the carpet be sea,
There I'll establish a city for me:
A kirk and a mill and a palace beside,
And a harbor as well where my vessels may ride.
Great is the palace with pillar and wall,
A sort of a tower on the top of it all,
And steps coming down in an orderly way
To where my toy vessels lie safe in the bay.
This one is sailing and that one is moored:
Hark to the song of the sailors on board!
And see on the steps of my palace, the kings
Coming and going with presents and things!
Now I have done with it, down let it go!
All in a moment the town is laid low.
Block upon block lying scattered and free,
What is there left of my town by the sea?
Yet as I saw it, I see it again,
The kirk and the palace, the ships and the men,
And as long as I live, and where'er I may be,
I'll always remember my town by the sea.
The Land Of Story-Books
Robert Louis Stevenson
At evening when the lamp is lit,
Around the fire my parents sit;
They sit at home and talk and sing,
And do not play at anything.
Now, with my little gun, I crawl
All in the dark along the wall,
And follow round the forest track
Away behind the sofa back.
There, in the night, where none can spy,
All in my hunter's camp I lie,
And play at books that I have read
Till it is time to go to bed.
These are the hills, these are the woods,
These are my starry solitudes;
And there the river by whose brink
The roaring lions come to drink.
I see the others far away
As if in firelit camp they lay,
And I, like to an Indian scout,
Around their party prowled about.
So, when my nurse comes in for me,
Home I return across the sea,
And go to bed with backward looks
At my dear land of Story-books.
Armies In The Fire
Robert Louis Stevenson
The lamps now glitter down the street;
Faintly sound the falling feet;
And the blue even slowly falls
About the garden trees and walls.
Now in the falling of the gloom
The red fire paints the empty room:
And warmly on the roof it looks,
And flickers on the backs of books.
Armies march by tower and spire
Of cities blazing, in the fire; --
Till as I gaze with staring eyes,
The armies fade, the lustre dies.
Then once again the glow returns;
Again the phantom city burns;
And down the red-hot valley, lo!
The phantom armies marching go!
Blinking embers, tell me true
Where are those armies marching
And what the burning city is
That crumbles in your furnaces!
Anecdote For Fathers
William Wordsworth
I have a boy of five years old;
His face is fair and fresh to see;
His limbs are cast in beauty's mold
And dearly he loves me.
One morn we strolled on our dry walk,
Or quiet home all full in view,
And held such intermitted talk
As we are wont to do.
My thoughts on former pleasures ran;
I thought of Kilve's delightful shore,
Our pleasant home when spring began,
A long, long year before.
A day it was when I could bear
Some fond regrets to entertain;
With so much happiness to spare,
I could not feel a pain.
The green earth echoed to the feet
Of lambs that bounded through the glade,
From shade to sunshine, and as fleet
From sunshine back to shade.
Birds warbled round me -- and each trace
Of inward sadness had its charm;
Kilve, thought I, was a favored place,
And so is Liswyn farm.
My boy beside me tripped, so slim
And graceful in his rustic dress!
And, as we talked, I questioned him,
In very idleness.
"Now tell me, had you rather be,"
I said. and took him by the arm,
"On Kilve's smooth shore, by the green sea,
Or here at Liswyn farm?"
In careless mood he looked at me,
While still I held him by the arm,
And said, "At Kilve I'd rather be
Than here at Liswyn farm."
"Now, little Edward, say why so:
My little Edward, tell me why." --
"I cannot tell, I do not know." --
"Why, this is strange," said I;
"For, here are woods, hills smooth and warm:
There surely must one reason be
Why you would change sweet Liswyn farm
For Kilve by the green sea."
At this, my boy hung down his head,
He blushed with shame, nor made reply;
And three times to the child I said,
"Why, Edward, tell me why?"
His head he raised -- there was in sight,
It caught his eye, he saw it plain --
Upon the house-top, glittering bright,
A broad and gilded vane.
Then did the boy his tongue unlock,
And eased his mind with this reply:
"At Kilve there was no weather-cock;
And that's the reason why."
O dearest, dearest boy! my heart
For better lore would seldom yearn,
Could I but teach the hundredth part
Of what from thee I learn.

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