Campbellisms - Comments from a 4-Year Old
Cyndi and I have been blessed with a terriffic little girl, who we named Campbell. I’m sure that she’s just as amazing to us as most children are to their parents, but since I have a forum in which to write I figured that I’d post some of the comments that she makes. Most of which just make us go: “WOW!”
I’ll add more and see if I can get them in chronologial order if I get the chance, but for now it’s more for her grandparents and godfather to see…I’d love to see other comments that kids can come up with, so please feel free to contribute!
- 1/28/09 - In front of her grandparents, when we were discussing animals:
“You know, squirrels are really nice, unless you try to grab their nuts, or take them…”
- 12/21/09 - A rhetorical question I suppose:
“Dad, feeding a pig bacon is really, really wrong. I mean, what is bacon made out of anyway?”
- 12/04/09 - Overheard while Campbell & Cyndi were playing a game:
“Mom, you’re really freakin’ me out…”
She’s 5…
When I have time I’ll recount Campbell’s argument for gum. That was a fun one from a true soon to be sales professional!
08/01/09 - Or somewhere therabouts…
I have been plagued by a grand chicken experiment. Cyndi decided that it was vital to our existence to support a chicken population. This ongoing saga has seen us through about 40+ chickens in stages ranging from tiny chicks in a box with an incubator light to chickens in the hen house, with us (Cyndi and Campbell anxiously awaiting eggs)…So were the neighbors’ dogs…
My bane was the inevitable rooster that would appear. Fortunately for me the dogs took care of most of them, except for one: Lucky (who wasn’t). If you’ve ever had a rooster strutting around at 3 in the morning you’ll understand my position on the whole chicken thing.
I finally got the go-ahead to dispatch Lucky while the girls were out and did so. Unfortunately, they drove up just as Lucky and his head separated and he went for his great last dash…Campbell thought the entire thing delightful and even wanted to help Mom prepare him for dinner.
So now to it: the best comment I’ve ever heard regarding a chicken was from my daughter:
“Dad, what’s the best place for a rooster?
In the pot, COOKING!”
Gotta love that child!
5/6/09 - Campbell came up to me and was concerned about her first sleepover tomorrow, because her friend doesn’t clean up her room after playing in it; could I teach her to do it? I told her that was up to her friend’s parents to teach her, but I could ask them both (the girls, not the parents) to clean up the room after playing in it. Her reply to me was:
“You don’t have to make cleaning up a chore, Dad.
You can make it a learning experience.
Like sorting by colors or size or shapes.
Like put all of the brown bears in the toy chest.”
Mind you she’s 4, and when I reminded her of this an hour later and tried to employ her own logic she had a meltdown…
- We just happen to live in an area that’s made up of coastal mountains (coming from Colorado I call them hills) covered with beautiful, giant redwood and pine forests, in which the elusive hippies live. I typically keep my hair short, because I predominantly ride a motorcycle and don’t use hair gel of any kind (Iiagine trying to clean that crap out of a helmet over time). Mind you it’s not jarhead short, but when it gets long enough for helmet hair I get it cut. But, I don’t need to know when to get it cut because Campbell let’s me know:
“Daddy, you’re a stinky hippie!”
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Playing in the Rain
We have a series of depressions alongside our driveway that turn in to a system of ponds/dams/streams when it rains and (despite being about 99% little girl) Capmbell loves playing in the rain.
One rainy afternoon, Cyndi and I were under our carport working on something as Campbell was stomping about in the mud boots her grandmother got her for Christmas, and Cyndi said: “Campbell, I think you missed one.” To which she replied: “
Nope, got ‘em all Mom!”
Random comments that need no explanation:
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“Mom, why don’t snakes have legs?”
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“I like to wear socks to bed sometimes, they keep you from chewing on your toes..”
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“Don’t be afraid, there’s nothing to worry about, you just need to be calm and it will be over in a minute…” (As she came up with scissors and a roll of tape, trying to make a bridge between the couch and chair for a caterpillar she found in the yard). She was much more reassuring than the nurse’s assistant who take my blood!)
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“Dad, can you help me find my lizard?” (She caught three swifts (lizards) while playing in the yard and wanted to keep them. Too bad she brought them in the house…)
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I think i’ve seen this somewhere before…but it’s not bad at all
My son has said a few good ones, too. He was using our PC and it crashed. Unlike most users many times his age, he did the right thing - he came to me and said, “Mommy, it turned blue with words!” Ah-ha! Blue screen of death, and he hasn’t tried to fix it himself!
I asked him one day, “Did Daddy pick you up in the truck?” He answered, “No, I climbed in by myself!”
Last night I was informed that Campbell (now 5) has been reading about a very prim and proper young lady name Mary Jane. After one of her stories, she came out to Cyndi, looked right at her and said: “Look out Mary Jane, I’ma changin’ clothes…” At which point she went and changed into her best princess outfit and wanted to wait until I got home, so she could show me.
Frankly, I never thought having a little girl would be so cool. Cyndi was actually pulling for a boy, but we’re both so tickled at our “wee beastie”.