Monday, May 24, 2010

You Can't Buy It

We had a family with two little girls over for breakfast Saturday. The oldest is around three and a half or four years old. I served them orange juice to drink, but milk was also on the table.

She finished eating breakfast and drank her glass of orange juice.

What she did next astonished me with it's complex thinking and common sense; she took her napkin and thoroughly wiped out her glass. Then she held it towards me asking politely for some milk. Creative problem solving with little or no bother to anyone. Brilliance at the breakfast table.

I'm married to a farm boy who has a barn full of common sense. I admire this kind of smart more than any other kind. It's practical and useful every day. Working knowledge. 

 Go little girl; you'll go far in life and relationships.


Laura said...

You may just have a picky eater there. Just saying is all. I have a boy who never mixes foodstuffs together.

But it was very resourceful of her to do the wiping out.

Can you tell I'm up past my bedtime and procrastinating because I don't want tomorrow to come and I got a terrible sunburn (despite sunblock) while working HARD in my flowers all day?

I think I'll retire now.

Maureen said...
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Maureen said...

Thoughtful, she saved you from washing a second glass.

Perhaps she'll be the one to design a new kind of glass, one side for juice and the other for milk, with a secure dual-flip cover that allows drinking from one side without spillage from the other.

M.L. Gallagher said...

What a thoughtful little girl!

Your husband sounds thoughtful too!

S. Etole said...

thoughtful and innovative ... great combination

Lyla Lindquist said...

She'll go far, and her milk will never curdle.

Milk and juice, never the two should mix.

A Simple Country Girl said...

Then my grandpa would have tore hunks off of his bread, crammed it into the glass of milk, maybe put a spoon of sugar in it (if there was any left from morning coffee), before eating the mess with a spoon. My Montana lineage called it "dessert" and ate it with thanksgiving.