"My Speech for the Big Generals"
by Me (age 5 and a half)
Hi, generals!
Thank you for inviting me to your meeting of America. I like your shiny jackets and your medals. My dad says medals mean you’re really good at something, like bravery or cleaning your room. I’m good at bravery too — I once ate a green bean.
I don’t really know what a general does, but I think it’s like being line leader, except for the whole world. So, if you’re the line leader of the army, please remember: no pushing, no yelling, and keep your hands to yourself. Also, if someone falls down, you have to help them up. That’s a rule.
If there’s a big problem, maybe you can try using your words first. That’s what Ms. Jenkins says we should do before we go to the timeout corner. Maybe you can have a really big talking circle, with snacks. I like snacks. You probably like snacks too.
And if you ever get scared — because even generals probably get scared — you can take a deep breath and count to ten. I do that when I lose my dinosaur toy. It helps.
Anyway, thank you for keeping everyone safe, and for letting me talk. I hope you all have a good nap later, because being in charge looks very tiring.
Okay, bye-bye!