Riddles for 6 Year Olds — Page 10

• Fold me with gyoza wrappers for a savory treat.
• Dip me in soy sauce for extra flavor.
• I’m often potsticker, or boiled in broth.

Hint: I’m not a wonton, but we’re friends.

• I’m a rolled sponge cake with creamy filling.
• My outside is frosted to resemble bark.
• Often decorated with meringue mushrooms.

Hint: I’m a traditional French Christmas treat.

Red and white stripes, a sugary hook, A minty crutch from the candy book. When Santa tripped and felt a pain, This sweet support he had to gain.

Hint: walking aid

A globe of sweetness, a peel so bright, It’s my name and color, both in sight. Segment by segment, a juicy prize, Vitamin C for healthy eyes.

Hint: color and fruit

Smooth and creamy, in a cone or cup, On a hot day, I cheer you up. Many flavors, from vanilla to mint, I might melt if you stop to print.

Hint: You might scream for it.

• Imagine you’re driving a bus and make several stops.
• People get on and off each time.
• You might try to keep count.
• But the question isn’t about passengers.
• Look in a mirror if you need a hint.

Hint: The driver is you!

A round dish with compartments so neat, Greens, grains, and protein all meet. A balanced meal in a single cup, Eat it all up.

Hint: healthy bowl

I’m round and light, with panels so bright. You’ll see me at pools from morning to night. I fly through the air with a simple toss, And sometimes I roll to get lost in the moss.

Hint: You inflate me before you play.

Wrapped in foil or in a jar, I’m a sugary treat, a superstar. Sour or sweet, I delight the tongue, Enjoy me in moderation, old or young.

Hint: You might get it on Halloween.

Crispy shell, folded neat, Crack me open for a treat. Slip of paper with words of fate, After Chinese food, I’m on your plate.

Hint: Think of a cookie with a fortune.

• Spoon me into a bowl with granola and berries.
• I come in cups with swirls of fruit flavor.
• I’m full of probiotics to help your tummy.

Hint: I can be Greek or frozen.

From spuds they’re sliced and fried so light, In a crinkly bag, a crunchy bite. Salt and vinegar or barbecue, Once you start, you can’t be through.

Hint: crisps

Spiced and dried, I’m a deli treat, Sliced paper-thin for a snack so neat. With crackers and cheese, a perfect bite, An Italian flavor that’s out of sight.

Hint: cured meat

Fizzy and bubbly, in a can or bottle, Open me up, I will throttle. Cola, lemon-lime, or root beer, Also a word for your dear father, hear?

Hint: Think of soda pop.

Creamy and yellow, in a tub or block, Spread on bread with a gentle knock. Made from cream, a cooking fat, Melt it, fry it, imagine that!

Hint: It’s on your toast.

Round and baked, with a crust so flaky, Fill with fruit or custard, don’t be shaky. Slice me in wedges, equal parts, A treat for math class, straight from the heart.

Hint: 3.14…

I have blades that turn at a dizzy pace. I sit in the window or on a base. I hum a soft tune as I blow, Making the heat feel not so high.

Hint: Plug me in and I’ll do the rest.

Ground meat mixed with spices and crumbs, Baked in a pan, shape like a loaf that sums. Slice me up with ketchup on top, Comfort dinner that won’t flop.

Hint: Not sweet, but savory loaf.

Paul works in a shop full of cuts, With height and shoe size, no ifs or buts. But what he weighs is not in pounds, It’s his daily duty, what surrounds.

Hint: He passes pounds of something else.

Creamy and cold, with flavors so grand, I’m thick and sipped with a straw in hand. You can add fruit or cookies, oh my! Blend me up, I’m a sweet goodbye.

Hint: Think of a dairy dessert drink.