5-year-olds never fail to amaze me. They truly provide awesome conversations.
Mr. 5A: I saw your sister this morning.
Mr. 5B: You did?
Mr. 5A: Yep, I did. She’s so ugly!
Mr. 5B: My sister is not ugly! She is very pretty!
Mr. 5A: She’s not! She’s very ugly!
Mr. 5B: She’s not ugly! She is BEAUTIFUL!
Every girl out there won’t mind Mr. 5B for a brother! I know I won’t.
One afternoon, Miss 5 and Mr. 5 happened to go to the washroom together.
Mr. 5: You sit down?
Miss 5: Yes, I do. You don’t sit, you stand?
Mr. 5: Yes, but my sister sits down.
Figure that out, will you?
Mr. 5: My mother is so bad!
Me: Why? Did she scold you?
Mr. 5: No.
Mr 5: My mother is so bad!
Me: Did she cane you?
Mr 5: No, she didn’t. She caned my sister. My mother is so bad!
Me: Does anyone know what a judge is?
Me: A judge sends bad people to jail.
Mr. 5: Can he send my little brother to jail?