kids

In reality, Little Ones, there are two winters. One made for kids; the other for adults. The one made for adults is always too cold and always too long. The one made for kids is always perfect. A kid winter is an endless and wild snow carnival where all the rides are free.

But not all kids are exactly the same,Even when they share the same name.

I unconsciously decided that, even if it wasn't an ideal world, it should be so and painted only the ideal aspects of it - pictures in which there are no drunken slatterns or self-centered mothers . . . only foxy grandpas who played baseball with kids and boys who fished from logs and got up circuses in the back yard.

The minute you had kids you closed ranks. You didn't plan this in advance, but it happened. Families were like individual, discrete, moated island nations. The little group of citizens on the slab of rock gathered together instinctively, almost defensively, and everyone who was outside the walls__ven if you'd once been best friends__as now just that, outsiders.

Lila walked by with her nose in the air. In a straight line behind her, six obedient kindergartners waddled like baby geese, singing in unison, 'Row, row, row your yacht...

A great mind is just a great mind, and try not to worry too much about what package it's in.

Charlene's thoughts:I'm next in the green jumper's Class. I thought I'd be in the red jumpers' class because of my red hair.

Adults are just making things up as they go along. And when they__e scared, adults have no more answers than us kids

Want to get your kids to read more? Try making books easily accessible. Put them where kids can easily reach and don't make them off limits. (within reason)

I like kids so much,they're adorable

I have heard several people justify working long hours and getting home from work late it night by saying things like, __ have to put in all this time to make up for the vacation we__e going to take this summer._ I bet if I asked your kids, they__ say that they__ rather have you home every night to play with them than the weeklong summer trip to the lake where you__e stressed out the whole time anyways.

Can I brush your hair?_ she asked as she led the way, her disposition doing a 180 on a dime. Kids. Can__ live with __m. Can__ eat __m for lunch.

Do you like kids?Only with barbecue sauce.

The accusations make me want to be kid again. Why isn't my mommy calling them big fat liars?

Mommy. Do you ever wish a book will never end?

Oooh...Aunt Chelsea called Jake the D-word!"Rory's voice carries into the kitchen. "Dipshit?""No.""Dumbass?""No.""Douchebag?""What's a douchebag?""Rory!" Chelsea and I yell at exactly the same time.

To a child love is spelled T-I-M-E.

In the world I notice persons are nearly always stressed and have no time. Even Grandma often says that, but she and Steppa don't have jobs, so I don't know how persons with jobs do the jobs and all the living as well. In Room me and Ma had time for everything. I guess the time gets spread very thing like butter over all the world, the roads and houses and playgrounds and stores, so there's only a little smear of time on each place, then everyone has to hurry on to the next bit.