Yesterday I played chess with this 6-year-old boy, and it was the best game I've ever played. I won (I love winning), but he also pulled moves out of his sleeve that were challenging and unexpected. We were a perfect match as chess partners.
Have I mentioned, he's 6?
Then the other night I had this great conversation with the 5-year-old about poop. She was about to fall asleep when we had to make a great excursion to the bathroom. She explained that she doesn't poop much because she doesn't eat healthy enough. I explain, "You need more fiber". "What's fiber?" "It's in veggies, it's the part you don't digest and turn into food, so it just comes out the other end." "Yeah, I like to just eat sugar. Look, I'm spitting all over the old toilet paper roll. I should wipe with it too and just cover it with all my body juices. " "Absolutely not. You can't flush cardboard, and you're not throwing poopy cardboard in the trash." "I'll take it outside and bury it!" "No. No way. How's that poop coming?" "I dunno." "You think it's gonna happen?" Gleeful shrug.
Half an hour later I had glitter all over my cheeks, a piece of spitty cardboard in the trash, and a girl who wouldn't stop chatting with me and start falling asleep.
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