Riddles for 7 Year Olds — Page 18

Round and flat, with chips or nuts, I come in batches, no ifs or buts. Crunchy or chewy, it’s your call, Milk’s my partner, best of all.

Hint: Bakers make me often.

Round and flat with chocolate chips, Or sugar dusted on my lips. Out of the oven, cooling fast, A batch of joy that’s sure to last.

Hint: dessert

• I’m made with brown sugar and vanilla hints.
• I’m dense and chewy, studded with chocolate chips.
• Some call me a butterscotch bar.

Hint: I’m not a brownie, but I’m just as delicious.

I’m golden and sticky, a natural treat, From flower to hive, I’m quite the feat. Spread me on toast or use me to bake, A spoonful of me is a sweet you can take.

Hint: Bears love it too.

Round like a tire, with a hole in the middle, Glazed or powdered, a breakfast riddle. Sprinkle topped, or filled with cream, A circle treat fit for a dream.

Hint: It’s a pastry.

• You have two digits: six and seven.
• Place a tiny symbol between them.
• Now the number is more than six.
• But still less than seven.
• What did you use?

Hint: Think of how to write numbers like six and a half.

I stand on rocky shores. My beam cuts through fog. Sailors look for my signal. I keep them from crashing.

Hint: I’m like a nightlight for ships.

• I have three digits.
• My first digit is three less than the second.
• The second digit is four times the third.
• There may be more than one answer.
• Solve to find me!

Hint: Start by guessing the third digit.

Two islands sit in the Bering Strait. One is Russian, one is American. At 23:00 on the Russian isle, what does the clock show on the American isle?

Hint: Think about the International Date Line.

What time is it when the clock strikes 13?

It’s almost midnight; the clock shows 11. You wait six hours. The hands spin past twelve. Where do they stop?

Hint: Clocks only go up to 12.

• I grow on trees and come in jars.
• I’m a key part of the Mediterranean diet.
• Some brined varieties make a great snack.

Hint: I’m not a grape, but I come in black and green too.

Little and round, in a pod I hide, Green or yellow, on the side. Three letters make my name complete, Remove the last pair, still you can eat.

Hint: Think of a small vegetable beginning with P.

I fly with a whine that you barely can hear. I land on your skin when the evening is near. I poke you so quick and take a small sip, Leaving a red dot that itches a bit.

Hint: I’m often found near standing water.

Under the ground I grow in a shell, Roasted and salted, I taste swell. Mash me into a creamy paste, On jelly I’m placed with haste.

Hint: butter

• I’m stuffed with rice, herbs, and sometimes meat.
• Served cold or warm, often with a squeeze of lemon.
• I’m a popular appetizer in Mediterranean cuisine.

Hint: I’m not a spring roll, but I’m wrapped.

• My seeds might get stuck in your teeth.
• I’m delicate and come in a hollow shape.
• In desserts, I’m tart and colorful.

Hint: I’m not a strawberry, though we look similar.

Sprinkle me in your drink or bowl, I’m small but healthy on the whole. When I soak, I puff and swell, A superfood that serves you well.

Hint: seed

Fields of green where I’m grown, Harvested and polished to be known. In bowls and sushi, I’m the base, A global food that sets the pace.

Hint: grain

• I have a hairy brown shell, tough and round,
• Inside, a soft white layer can be found.
• In the center, water so clear and sweet,
• Crack me open for a tropical treat.

Hint: You can drink my milk with a straw.