The lessons of Purim

K wanted a turn with the plastic bucket D was using to scoop water out of a puddle on the sidewalk. But D wasn't so eager to share.
"In a minute," he kept telling K, but the "minute" was getting really long, and K was running out of patience.
"You're mean," he told D, exasperated. "You're HAMAN!"

Who needs a tissue?

Me: "D, do you need a tissue?"
D (Hugging me around the knees): "No, I already used your coat!"

Don't trust anyone over 30?

I picked K up at school, and on the way to his house he asked me if I had eaten lunch. (He likes it when I bring my lunch to his house--and share it with him.) I explained that I wasn't eating lunch that day because it was a fast day.
"I know, it's Taanis Esther!" he answered. "All the grownups don't eat anything."
"What about kids?" I asked him.
"Kids don't have to fast," he said. "Only kids who are 30 have to fast."
I'm not sure whether he thinks I'm a grownup- or just a really old kid!