Riddles for 8 Year Olds — Page 23

• I am a single digit.
• I am greater than two and less than nine.
• Count the sides of a hexagon, then add one.
• That sum reveals me.
• What number am I?

Hint: How many sides on a hexagon? Add 1.

Curved and creamy, rich in taste, In nut mixes, I’m placed. Roast or raw, I’m a snack so grand, Think of dollars in your hand.

Hint: Listen to the word: cash-you?

What object has keys that open no locks, space but no room, and you can enter but not go in?

Hint: What object has keys that open no locks…

I grow on a vine, big and round, Carve me for Halloween, I’m found. Inside there are seeds to save or roast, My flesh in pies is what folks toast.

Hint: It’s a squash, not a veggie.

What part of the turkey has the most feathers?

Silver scales and a pinkish hue, I jump up rivers, it’s true. On your plate, I’m a healthy catch, Grilled or baked, a tasty match.

Hint: pink fish

From the leg of a pig, cured and sliced, In a sandwich, it’s nicely priced. With cheese and bread, a lunchtime star, Some call me the best by far.

Hint: deli meat

• You can buy cookies, bread, and pastries here.
• The bakers start early to get everything made.
• Walk in and your nose will lead you to the treats.

Hint: It’s not a restaurant, but a place that sells baked goods.

Children run to me when they hear my melody. I’m colorful and visit neighborhoods. I carry frozen goodies. You pay at my window.

Hint: You might hear a jingle and chase me.

• I puff up when baked, creating a hollow center.
• Tear me and dunk me in hummus or tzatziki.
• I’m a staple in Greek and Mediterranean meals.

Hint: I’m not naan, but we’re both flatbreads.

• I’m grilled in a special machine with ridges.
• Sometimes I’m stuffed with turkey or veggies.
• I’m a hot and crispy lunchtime delight.

Hint: I’m not a regular sandwich—I’m grilled.

• I’m sweet and come in boxes or bottles.
• Some say I’m the non-bubbly version of a fancy drink.
• I’m a staple at birthday parties.

Hint: Think of the fruit, then press it.

Shiny purple skin, a teardrop shape, Slice me up for a bake or scrape. In ratatouille or parmigiana I shine, But I don’t lay eggs, that’s not my line.

Hint: Think of an aubergine.

What question can someone ask all day long, always get completely different answers, and yet all the answers could be correct?

Hint: What question can someone ask all day long…

Thick and tangy from tomato paste, On burgers and fries, I’m placed. Squeeze me out from a bottle red, A classic dip that’s widespread.

Hint: Sounds like ‘catch up’.

Though often called a veggie, I’m a fruit so fine, In sauces and salads, I brightly shine. Red and juicy with seeds inside, On pizza and pasta, I can’t hide.

Hint: ketchup

• Slice me into rounds to show off my colorful insides.
• Dip me in soy sauce and pick me up with chopsticks.
• There are many types: California, spicy tuna, etc.

Hint: I’m not sashimi; I have rice.

• I’m a star on pizza and caprese salad.
• Made from Italian tradition, I’m milky and mild.
• In balls or blocks, I’m pure cheesy joy.

Hint: Think of a classic Italian cheese.

I’m a circular feast on a crusty base, With sauce and cheese in every space. Pepperoni, veggies, or just plain, I’m the star of the dinner game.

Hint: Italian pie

I have a simple strap that hugs your big toe. I protect your soles wherever you go. On sidewalks and sand, I’m cheap and light, But watch out for puddles, I’m not watertight.

Hint: You wear me at the pool and the beach.