I’m not so sure about an inner child, but I have an inner idiot that surfaces every now and then.
“You call this a musical?” asked Les miserably.
I was born to be wild, but only until around 9 pm or so.
Someone threw a bottle of omega 3 pills at me!! Luckily, my injuries were only super fish oil.
A one dollar bill met a 20 dollar bill and said, “Hey, where’ve you been? I haven’t seen you around here much.”
The twenty answered, “I’ve been hanging out at the casinos, went on a cruise and did the rounds of the ship, back to the United States for awhile, went to a couple of baseball games, to the mall, that kind of stuff. How about you?”
The one dollar bill said, “You know, same old stuff, church, church, church.”
Two little boys were visiting their grandfather, and he took them to a restaurant for lunch. They couldn’t make up their minds about what they wanted to eat. Finally the grandfather grinned at the server and said, “Just bring them bread and water.”
One of the little boys looked up and quavered, “Can I have ketchup on it?”
It was the first day of school, after summer vacation and time for me to pick up the children in my school bus and take them home again. After I had made the complete run that afternoon, one little boy remained on the bus.
Thinking he had simply missed his stop, I started driving slowly back through the neighborhood and asked him to be sure to let me know if any of the houses or people looked familiar. The boy sat in his seat contentedly and shook his head whenever I asked him if he recognized a person or place.
After the second unsuccessful tour of the area, I started back to the school to ask for his address. When we arrived, the child got off the bus and started walking away.
“Wait!” I called. “We have to go inside and find out where you live.”
“I live right there,” he said, pointing to a house across the street. “I just always wanted to ride in a school bus.”
I didn’t know if my granddaughter had learned her colors yet, so I decided to test her.
I would point out something and ask what color it was. She would tell me, and always she was correct. But it was fun for me, so I continued.
At last, she headed for the door, saying sagely,
“Grandma, I think you should try to figure out some of these yourself!”
If Mom says “No,” ask Nana;
If Nana says “No,” … who are we kidding?? Nana never says “No!”
A mother was telling her little girl what her own childhood was like.
She said, “We used to skate outside on a pond. I had a swing made from a tire; it hung from a tree in our front yard. We rode our pony. We picked wild raspberries in the woods.”
The little girl was wide-eyed, taking this in.
At last she said, “I sure wish I’d gotten to know you sooner!”