Riddles for 8 Year Olds — Page 15

Two girls have the same parents and were born at the same hour of the same day of the same month, but they are not twins. How can this be possible?

Hint: Two girls have the same parents and were born at the same hour of the same day o…

Two men were playing tennis. They played five sets and each man won three sets. How can this be possible?

Hint: Two men were playing tennis…

Two mothers and two daughters go shopping. They have $21, which they split equally between them. How can this be possible?

Hint: Two mothers and two daughters go shopping…

Until I am measured, I am not known. Yet how you miss me, When I have flown. What am I?

Hint: Until I am measured…

Violet, indigo, blue and green, yellow, orange and red; these are the colors you have seen after the storm has fled.What am I?

Hint: Violet…

We are little creatures; all of us have different features. One of us in glass is set; one of us you’ll find in jet. Another you may see in tin, and the fourth is boxed within . If the fifth you should pursue, it can never fly from you. What are we?

Hint: We are little creatures; all of us have different features…

Weight in my belly, Trees on my back. Nails in my ribs, Feet I do lack.

I’m big and bouncy, shaped like a ring or a swan. You climb onto me, and the relaxing is long. I keep you afloat with no need to kick, But watch for a leak, or I might sink quick.

Hint: You inflate me with a pump.

What always goes to bed with shoes on?

Steaming mug on a chilly night, Sweet with spices, a warmth so right. Pressed from apples, a harvest cheer, But my name suggests a little tear.

Hint: Think of a sad apple drink.

Crisp and juicy, a favorite pie, My name begins with a tech-guy. But I’m just a fruit, not a machine, Red and sweet, a natural scene.

Hint: Think of a computer that starts with M.

From flour and yeast I rise so high, In the oven I bake, then cool nearby. Slice me for toast or a sandwich to spread, I’m the staff of life, it’s said.

Hint: loaf

Tiny flavor bombs in every shade, Chew them up, they’re homemade. Easter time they’re everywhere, Sugar beans with fruity air.

Hint: Not real beans, just sweets.

• Crack me into a hot pan and watch me set.
• Dip your toast into my runny middle.
• I’m a classic start to the day.

Hint: I’m not boiled, I’m cooked in a pan.

Batter on a sizzling plate, Flip it high, it’s really great. Stack ‘em up, add some jam, A morning meal for the fam.

Hint: flapjack

I’m the seed of a cherry tree, Roasted dark for energy. Ground and brewed, a bitter taste, In a cup, I’m often placed.

Hint: caffeine source

• I’m fizzing with bubbles that tickle your nose.
• You might drink me from a fancy cup at a birthday bash.
• I’m non-alcoholic and come in apple or grape flavor.

Hint: I’m like soda but often used for toasts.

Crumbly and rich, I melt in your mouth, Just flour, sugar, butter, that’s the truth. No leavening needed, I’m ‘short’ indeed, A classic treat that’s a holiday need.

Hint: Not just for elves, but everyone.

What can be heard and caught but never seen?

What can burn the eyes, sting the mouth, yet be consumed?