It’s been rather windy today, and the winter chill is already starting to rear it’s ugly head here in the North Country…yuck! Despite this, I made the kids go out, just because. About 30 minutes after I sent them out, Finbar comes in the back door. I asked him why he was in and he said:
“I can’t stay out there! That wind is DIABOLICAL!!”
Where he got that word, I will probably never know. But there you have it, North Country wind is diabolical, so sayeth my 5 year old son.
Kids say the darndest things! I love it. We had some wind here last night that wasn’t quite diabolical–maybe just around the edges.
Susan
Very good. I like that kid.
He may have gotten it from a subversive relative. For example, when my 6 yo nephew was disgruntled with his dad, and was viewing it from a cartoon-like perspective, I suggested he could refer to his PhD father as the “Diabolical Dr. Dad.”
I like that one. The alliteration-ness really makes it.
The word diabolical just has the nice edge to it. Like in reference to the wind. He could have said it was windy, or even that it was a mighty wind. But diabolical just gives it that extra oomph that it needed. Even when it’s only around the edges 
It was cute enough to go on the Art Linklettuce show, for sure. You may want to disabuse him of the notion that he is anywhere near the “North” though.
djm
Hey, we’re practically Canadians up here in the Frozen Tundra!
What’s the kid saying about the market?
Izz, when my oldest was a toddler and “learning” body parts, we did the normal “eyes, nose, arm”, but we also add “clavicle” to the list.
It was a riot to have this little 1 1/2 year old saying and pointing “clavicle”.
I won’t discuss the time he brought up the term “hermaphrodite” to his first grade teacher… 
Izz, my granddaughter, who’s five never ceases to amaze me with the stuff she’s picked up.. A couple of days ago, she was looking at a picture of Lincoln on one of her mom’s books.
“Wow, look at the black eye on that guy” she says.
“No, that’s his big eyebrow, if you look closer at the picture you can see his eye under it. That’s Abraham Lincoln, a president a long time ago” I said.
“He was our 16th president, but you know George Washington was the first one.”
this from a five year old?
Remember the old saying..Little pitchers have big ears.
He probably got his $5 word from the Cartoon Network, or the like. All the evil scientists and their henchmen are diabolical.
For a minute I thought this was a thread where you’d dug up one of my wise posts from five years ago.
That would make you 10.
It depends on how you interpret the thread title.
Is it “Wisdom that is five years old” or “Wisdom spoken by a five year old”.
We now know of course.
There’s no such thing as five year old wisdom. True wisdom is ageless.
There’s no such thing as five year old wisdom. True wisdom is ageless. >
Last week, my partner set about making pancakes, and my five-year-old son decided to help by writing out the recipe for her. He emerged a few minutes later with a sheet of notebook paper in hand, on which were scrawled some black wiggly lines. He carefully explained to her what each one was … “butter,” “egg,” and probably something about root beer in there. So she hung his “recipe” up on the cabinet, the way she hangs real ones, and pretended to go by it to make the batter.
I got home from work shortly thereafter, and found them in the kitchen, stirring batter. My partner explained about the paper hanging up, so I decided to play along. “Ah, a recipe for pancakes!” I said to my son. “What does it say? Can you read it to me?”
He looked at me like I’d sprouted two extra heads and said, “It’s just a bunch of lines.”
Pardon me!
My daughter was about 4 when it was decided that Pluto wasn’t a planet. She responded to this with, “Those silly astronomers. I want to go see them and show them my new shoes.”
from
http://www.csmonitor.com/2008/1010/p19s01-hfes.html
by Patty Weimer
Paul, my 5-year-old brother, was asked to be ring bearer in a friend’s wedding. A little tuxedo was rented for him, and in it he looked like a miniature groom. We arrived at the rehearsal and Paul was introduced to the flower girl, a blonde and blue-eyed picture of femininity. He suddenly became very quiet.
As the minister began giving instructions, he told Paul to join the flower girl. He walked woodenly over to her, and down the aisle, looking downright uncomfortable, a pillow perched precariously on his little hands.
In the break after, before he had to walk down the aisle again, I caught Paul’s eye and said, “See, that wasn’t so bad was it?” His eyes got big and he blurted out, “But I don’t want to get married!”
Five years ago you were a Geek
do ya think he’s … ah … outgrown it now?
I think there are many men who would think this is wisdom beyond his years in a big way!