"Cute Questions asked by Kids"

She was in the bathroom, putting on her makeup,
under the watchful eyes of her young granddaughter
as she'd done many times before. After she applied
her lipstick and started to leave, the little one said,
"But Gramma, you forgot to kiss the toilet paper
good-bye!"



My young grandson called the other day to wish me
Happy Birthday. He asked me how old I was, and I
told him, "62." He was quiet for a moment, and then
he asked, "Did you start at 1?"



A grandmother was telling her little granddaughter
what her own childhood was like: "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 all in. At last
she said, "I sure wish I'd gotten to know you sooner!"



A little girl was diligently pounding away on her
grandfather's word processor. She told him she
was writing a story. "What's it about?" he asked.
"I don't know," she replied. "I can't read."



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 was always correct. 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!"



When my grandson Billy and I entered our vacation
cabin, we kept the lights off until we were inside to
keep from attracting pesky insects. Still, a few fireflies
followed us in. Noticing them before I did, Billy
whispered, "It's no use, Grandpa. The mosquitoes
are coming after us with flashlights."



When my grandson asked me how old I was, I
teasingly replied, "I'm not sure." "Look in your
underwear, Grandpa," he advised. "mine says I'm
four to six."