From my five year olds..
I overheard a conversation one day this week that went like this:
Boy 1: "Her name is Mrs. H!"
Very adamant Boy 2: "NO! Her name is Mrs. Stage!"
They argue for a few minutes before Boy 1 comes up to me and says "Mrs. Age"
This week we've been talking about how animals use camouflage to protect themselves. They were completing a task today that required them to make a list of spotted animals, striped animals and solid animals. They were confused as to what solid meant so I gave my skin as an example. One little boy stared at his arm and found freckles. He said "I'm kind of spotted. I think God gives us those spots when we've been good."
One little boy looked like he was stuck during our writing time, so I walked over and asked what he was wanting to write. He said "nothing, I'm just sitting here thinking about how much I love my daddy." Somebody didn't want to write...