I was babysitting my 3-year-old granddaughter and we needed a few things from the store. As I was putting her in her car seat, she looked at me and pointed: Munchkin: “Pompo…” (she calls me Pompo) Me: “Yeah, Munchkin?” (I call her Munchkin) Munchkin, looking at me intently: “You got a ‘pider in your nose!” Me: “Where?” Munchkin: “Right dare!” Me, brushing my nose: “Right there?” Munchkin: “It’s still dare! It’s a big one!” Me, brushing my nose again: “Here?” Munchkin: “Eeeeww! It jump on me!” Me, a little shook up: “Where?” Munchkin, flapping her coat and then her legs: “Aaaaah!” Me, stomping on the floor of the pickup: “I got it!” Munchkin: “Did you kill it?” Me, just realizing she thought my nose hair was a spider: “Yeah…” Munchkin, wiping her forehead: “Whew!” Me, trying not to laugh, I tell myself: “Time to cut the nose hair!” Joseph Vigil, Pueblo West San Isabel Electric consumer-member
My niece was bold and outspoken as a toddler. Our family prayed a blessing before mealtime, and she knew prayers end with “Amen.” As the family sat in church one Sunday, a visiting minister was waxing eloquent in a long prayer. Loudly and assertively, my niece hollered, “Amen! OK?” Mike Coen, Berthoud Poudre Valley REA consumer-member