<p>I need some levity. I don’t want to hear that your kid made a 2400 on his SAT without studying or that he is pulling a 4.0 in a double major of Engineering and Nuclear Physics (“with a minor in elementary particles” :D) in addition to curing cancer and starting 10 amazing charitable foundations.</p>
<p>But I would love to hear some of the hilarious things your adorable kid said.</p>
<p>I’ll do a couple:</p>
<p>My brothers (age 3 and 7) had climbed up on the counter early on a Saturday morning and had gotten into the Nestle’s Quick. They were taking turns holding it over their heads and pouring into their mouths. Consequently, they were covered in chocolate powder, and of course it was all over the counter and floor below. Right about that time my Dad came home with donuts and coffee and stared at them, incredulous. B2 sees Dad, taps oblivious B1 on the arm, and says “Uh oh. It’s curtains for us!”</p>
<p>Little sis rubbed her face on our soft cat’s body. "Daddy! she exclaimed. “I can hear his motor running!”</p>
<p>Last one: D2 is 3 and throwing the Mother of All Temper Tantrums. I sat on the sofa, totally ignoring her, flipping through a magazine like I had not a care in the world. On and on it went, her arms flailing, feet kicking, as she laid on the floor screaming. Finally she wore out; she stood up, and on the way into her room to take a nap, she looked back at me, sighed, and said “Mom-you’re ONE TOUGH CUSTOMER.”</p>
<p>:D</p>
<p>What are some funny things your kids have said or done? You know, the things that become part of your family lore, that upon retelling the kids try to act like they are disdainful, but you know they really love it when you tell that story?</p>
<p>My 3 yr old brother wouldn’t eat his vegetables so a couple days after, we had those same vegetables except I put ice cream sprinkles on it and he ate it and now he won’t eat vegetables without sprinkles…go figure</p>
<p>My 4 (almost 5) year old grandson just today:</p>
<p>We were eating out at Atlanta Bread Co. and he accidentally managed to knock over his half-finished container of orange juice, spilling most of it into his chair/lap. As we mopped up the OJ, I joked about the fact that he had a “juicy bum”, which he of course thought was pretty funny. </p>
<p>He had on some polyester warm-up-type pants, so the juice actually did not soak in all that much, and I wiped him off pretty well. He was up and walking around, so in order to keep him from disturbing the other customers in the restaurant, I asked him to come and sit in my lap. His response was, “But, Nanna: my butt is still juicy!” </p>
<p>Many years ago, I dated a young man who had a younger brother. His parents were worried when his kindergarten teacher called them, puzzled and concerned. Their assignment was to draw a picture of what their Dads did for a living. His drawing was simply a bunch of circles. </p>
<p>The parents mulled it over. How strange. Finally, Dad sat up straight, and exclaimed, “I get it!” Every night, Dad (a Doctor) would finish dinner and announce, “Well, I’m going to the hospital to make rounds.”</p>
<p>My 3 year old niece was getting in the way as we made dinner, so I put her to work tearing the lettuce leaves for the salad. I walked away for just a moment, only to race back in when I heard my mother screaming.</p>
<p>Niece was putting large lettuce leaf into her mouth before putting it into the salad bowl.
Turns out niece took my instructions literally when I said “tear the lettuce into bite size pieces!”</p>
<p>My friend’s young boys came home from school and told her that they knew Santa Claus wasn’t real. Later that night, their older brother Michael, a junior in college, came home for the holidays and asked them what they wanted Santa to bring them. They told him. My friend overheard this and later asked the younger boys why they had pretended to their older brother that they still believed in Santa. “We didn’t want him to find out there’s no Santa.”</p>
<p>Our two girls are 5 years apart, so the younger one learned to talk/read from her older sister. When D2 was 3 I asked my dad to take her to her ballet class. They got back later than I expected. I asked my dad what happened. Even before my dad could say anything, D2 said, “Grandpa took the long cut.” </p>
<p>D2 had a hard time pronouncing certain words when she was a toddler, like “street.” It would come out as “shreet.” It was very cute and funny. D1 being 5 years older would try to get D2 to say the word, especially in front of other people. One day we were in the car with my parents, D1 wanted to show off on how she could get D2 to say things. She asked D2 where we were. I could see that D2 was about to say “shreet,” but she paused for a second and said, “road.” We laughed because D2 got D1 good and she wasn’t even 3.</p>
<p>When I was 3 or 4, I was at the park with my grandpa and brother. I was standing on a curved ladder thing when my brother came up and pushed me. I landed on one of the bars and it obviously hurt. So I ran up to my grandma and holding my crotch and yelled while crying that “my balls hurt” (I’m a girl).</p>
<p>Nrdsb4 - you are encouraging me, and many others.</p>
<p>We were trying to potty train D1. As we all remember, the important thing was to teach them the differences between #1 and #2 and able to use the right vocab. We were at a restaurant with D1 and she said she had to go to the bathroom. While I sat her on a toilet, the lady next stall over made a very loud noise which most of us would like to ignore. D1 said very loudly, “Mommy, Mommy, is that a poo-poo?” I said very softly, “I don’t know.” D1 was so proud of herself, she kept on repeating, “It’s a poo-poo, a big poo-poo.”</p>
<p>This is probably one of those stories that gets pulled out every year at holidays, right? :D</p>
<p>One of my Ds just had her heart broken into a million pieces. I feel helpless, so these stories bring me back to a time when our problems were rather harmless.</p>
THANK YOU for this thread!</p>