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Kids’ Quotes

Here are my favorite kid quotes from the past year:

Elise is remembering that on soccer/hockey day I borrowed my son’s soccer jersey to wear.  On her Mother’s Day lunch day she sees me wearing a blouse and skirt – not my usual get-up – and asks, “Did you sneak that out of your son’s closet?


Sometimes the kids have a hard time thinking of teachers as having a life outside of preschool.  While having a conversation with Ranger, I mentioned one of my kids.

Ranger: Are you the mom in your family?


Greta: Do you have any kitties?

Mrs. Hubbard:  Yes, I have two kitties.

Greta:  I don’t have any kitties.  My mom is afraid of animal poop.


Alec is on the playground wearing a snowsuit that is most definitely pink.

Willow:  Why are wearing pink?

Alec:  It’s not pink it’s RED!


We are all enjoying books on the carpet after snack when I announce we will be reading the teacher’s book soon.

August: Dammit!

Mrs. Hubbard: Whoa August! I’d like you to pick a different word at preschool.  Like maybe “Rats!” or “Darn!”

Meanwhile, the children nearby have realized that this word gets a reaction out of Mrs. Hubbard.

Tabitha: Yes, I would never say ‘Dammit’!

Tenn:  I would never say ‘Dammit’ either!

Mrs. Hubbard:  Storytime everyone!


Hunter is getting his art project, the dinosaur skeleton buried in wet plaster, out of his cubby to go home.  He’s thinking the plaster must be dry by now.  “I think my dinosaur is stoned!”


The year wouldn’t be complete without a quote about my hair:

Elise: “You have flat hair like my grandma’s!”


Alec knows the sign language for “friends” and is proudly showing it to me.   “It’s Spanish!” he says.


The names in this story have been changed to protect the innocent!

We are at gathering time.  Susie has a short skirt on and is sitting in the front row, bouncing up and down to the song.  After a time, one of the moms crawls across the carpet to me and whispers, “Susie is not wearing any underwear, and we are getting quite a show!”  I take this fact in for a minute and then crawl over to Susie.  “Susie, I think we need to go to the bathroom and get some underwear on!”  Susie would really rather not miss gathering time, so she smooths her skirt over her legs and says, “It’s fine, I can cover up like this.” I decide not to make a scene.  “Okay, but RIGHT AFTER gathering time we are going to take care of this in the bathroom!”


Drew:  How old is your son?

Mrs. Hubbard:  18

Drew:  Does he have a girlfriend?

Mrs. Hubbard:  Yes

Drew:  Does he kiss her on the lips?

Mrs. Hubbard:  Um, I really don’t know…I’ve seen them hold hands…

Drew:  Yeah, because when you’re 18, you get a girlfriend, and you don’t throw a fit.


Henry needs a hole punch.  “The clipper thing that makes holes”, he explains.


The four-year old police squad has cornered me on the playground.  I am about to make my escape when Tenn points at me menacingly and says, “I have a Taser!”


Beck is protesting that I am reading to Elise when he clearly asked me first.  I really can’t remember that he asked me, but he insists.

Mrs. Hubbard:  Did you ask me particularly?

Elise (giggling): Oh Mrs. Hubbard, his name is not “particularly”, it’s Beck!


I am asking August how he liked Dad’s Day.

August:  I think we should switch it up and have Mom’s Day like Dad’s Day.

Mrs. Hubbard:  Don’t you like having lunch with your mom?

August:  Yeah that was okay but I didn’t like getting up so much.


Elise: Can you feel my forehead?

Mrs. Hubbard:  Sure.  Are you not feeling well?

Elise:  I think I’m sick.

Mrs. Hubbard:  Hmmm.  It feels normal to me. (Note:  she does not appear unwell at all!)

Elise:  I think I am sick. (holding her stomach).  I just haven’t thrown up yet because it’s still being made.


Some conversation with Ranger has led me to say, “Yeah, I know, I’m no fun to play with.”

Ranger (quickly): You’re fun to play with.

Perhaps I didn’t look so sure.  Ranger looks concerned I don’t believe him.

Ranger (very seriously): Mrs. Hubbard, you ARE fun to play with!


And, finally, a thought I would like to leave with you, from Magda Gerber:


Please let me grow as I be, 
And try to understand why I want to grow like me.

Not like my mother wants me to be,
Not like my father hopes I’ll be,
Or like my teacher thinks I should be.

Please understand and help me grow
Just like ME!


Your children, just as they be, make me laugh and smile every day.  Thank you for sharing them with me!

Mrs. Hubbard