I don't like being a little kid. I'm tired of hardly ever being listened to. I try not to use that 'WHY' word too often. Mommy never answers anything, just tells me, "Mind your own bee’s wax." - "What’s that?" - "Never mind, just go play like a good little girl." I try awful hard to be a good little girl, but I do have questions. My Daddy always answers my questions. It's fun sitting on his lap and being told important things, even if I don't always understand all of the answers. He tries awful hard. Mommy doesn't like this either. “Don't pester your father.” Another thing Mommy always says is, “What you don't know won't hurt you." I don't think she told me the truth.

I didn't know that if you ran and tripped and broke your collarbone when you fell on your face in a mud puddle, you couldn't get back up with a broken collarbone. My Aunt Norma rescued me. A doctor fixed me. I got scolded because I could have drowned. I got to stay in Grandma's great big bed with lots of big fluffy snow white pillows that smelled really good around me to prop me up. It almost made up for the sore collarbone. I sure hope the bump where it healed goes away. 

I didn't know that if the old ice wagon in the garage got bumped it would fall down. I didn't know that when it fell and the handle hit me on the head it would pretty near cut my ear off. My Daddy fixed it.

I didn't know that you weren't supposed to dry the big knife with the sharp side of the blade against your hand. It hurt an awful lot when I cut, really, really deep, across all four fingers of my left hand. I didn't think it was fair to worry more about that old cut up bloody dishtowel and the blood I dripped all over the floor than about my cut fingers. Daddy fixed them.

I didn't know if I didn't watch where I put my big fat feet and stepped on that big old rusty nail (it almost went through my 'big fat' bare foot) that I could get blood poison. Daddy fixed that too, but he got pretty worried when those red lines kept going higher up my leg every day. I think daddy scared them away; one night he said if they didn't look better by morning I would have to go to the doctor. I didn't want to go see some strange doctor. In the morning, they were lots better. My Daddy's the best doctor in the whole wide world.

See, what Mommy told me about - what I don't know wouldn't hurt me - wasn't true. It wasn't any truer than, "Mind your own bee’s wax." I didn't and don't have any bee’s wax. Who would want to mind any old bee’s wax anyway, it can't talk. Sometimes I got hurt a lot because I didn't know.

There’s an awful lot I don't know yet, but someday I will, I will! When I'm old and all growed up and have little kids, I'm going to tell them all kinds of things when they want to know. I might even tell them things they don't want to know yet. You know, things like, "What you don't know can hurt you."