<p>S also had some speech issues. One day when he was about 9 months old, he woke from his nap and demanded, “socks,” or so I thought. He got increasingly upset until I finally figured out he meant SNACKS!</p>
<p>His great aunt asked him his preschool teacher’s name and he said, “Mrs. Yock.” Seeing her puzzled expression, he elaborated, “you know, like Yock the door.” Indeed, her name was Mrs. Lock.</p>
<p>When oldest was 3 or 4, and starting to sound out simple words he would sound them out from right to left. Driving past our local Von’s grocery store, he said, "what does SNOV mean? Lol.</p>
<p>When he was 18 mos, he pointed at the ceilling fan, and said “ffffff”. We had been playing with beginning sounds, and lo and behold he remembered that “fan” starts with “ffff”. The kindergarten teacher in me was so proud :-). Monkey see, monkey do! I miss the good old days…it was so easy back then!</p>
<p>I’ve told this story too. </p>
<p>A friend of mine, who believes in being very open and honest with children about the human body, was breast feeding her baby in a NYC department store’s ladies’ room (in the old days when most of them had “lounges” where you could sit for a few minutes.) A little girl came up to her and demanded to know what the baby was doing. My friend explained that the baby was drinking milk from her breast. </p>
<p>The little girl rolled her eyes and said “Yeah, right. And there’s orange juice on the other side.”</p>
<p>S2, age 5:
We went to a local bookstore for an appearance/signing by Joanna Cole and Bruce Degan of Magic School Bus fame. S1 and S2 got to the front of the line, and Bruce asked the guys if they were friends. (S1 & S2 look NOTHING alike.) S2: “We’re not friends, we’re brothers.”</p>
<p>S2 in kindergarten: He went to a small Jewish school and as part of learning about Yom Kippur, each kid had to say what he/she was sorry for over the past year and draw a picture about it. The teachers collected them, copied them and made a book for each family. There were the usual incidents of hitting/kicking siblings, lying to parents, etc. S2’s page had no picture and the following comment: “I can’t do this. I need a lawyer.”</p>
<p>We trot that one out every Yom Kippur.</p>
<p>Here’s one my parents told I did when I was about 6, but don’t remember doing. My parents bought a liquor store. They were robbed their first weekend. For the next month or two, the police and sheriff were coming to the house to follow up every week. </p>
<p>The neighborhood nosy body asked me why. I said in a deadpan voice, “My dad killed a man.” “Why?” My answer, “He asked too many questions.”</p>
<p>For a while, there were frequent reports of lice at the preschool. About the same time, I read that garlic helped fend off cold and flu viruses. I decided to have D take some garlic oil capsules, which she enjoyed. She was teased by some of her peers (garlic does leave an odor), but one sweet classmate came up and gave her a hug and said, “You’re still my friend.” “See,” I tried to reassure her, “Everything will be fine.” She made a face at me and whispered, “Mom, he just likes garlic.”</p>
<p>When I was shopping with sons and niece, we were standing at the check-out line. Their ages were 1,2,3 at the time. I was chatting with the person in front of me. The person asked what the kids names were, my older son told her his name, my other son’s name and my niece’s name. And, then he turned to me and said, “and this is my mom, Aunt M2CK.” </p>
<p>When we were at the airport and S2 was just learning how to read, he proudly announced that we were flying on American Online.</p>
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<p>Ok, that almost made me spit out my coffee. :D</p>
<p>Oh, all right. But don’t tell my son that I told you all this.</p>
<p>When S2 was around three years old, he was sitting on the couch with his hand in his pants. “Mommy,” he asked, “What are these soft things shaped like footballs called?”</p>
<p>I told him the proper name that beings with “T.”</p>
<p>“No, Mommy,” he corrected me: “That’s the word for the pointy ice cubes that hang off the house in the wintertime.”</p>
<p>He meant “icicles.”</p>
<p>^^^^You’ve gotta love it.</p>
<p>Such cute and funny stories! ^^^^</p>
<p>My younger son had dreams of becoming a Laker basketball player when he was young.</p>
<p>However, he was also fascinated when years ago, H’s job gave him a laptop to take with him everywhere (this was a rare benefit at the time).</p>
<p>S2 was so impressed that he announced, “I’m going to be a Laker for 20 years, and then I’m going retire and get a job at Daddy’s company so I can get a free laptop.”</p>
<p>DS1 was old enough to drink out of sippy cups. he would turn them upside down and shake them to get the liquid to come out because he thought it was interesting. I would say “no no” and he would stop. When he asked for something to drink the next day he asked for his “na na”. It took me awhile to figure out he wanted his sippy cup! He called drinks “na na’s” for a long time!</p>
<p>This one is only funny in hindsight. DS1 was very precocious. He came home from preschool when he was 4 and after washing his hands held them out to me for inspection and asked very seriously “did I get all the germs off?”. They had read an age appropriate book about germs and washing and he took it way more seriously than he should have. We had to explain how we couldn’t see germs, and that he did a good job washing his hands and he was fine. Germs freaked him out from that day forward and we spent several years convincing him not to be a germophobe! He’s still cautious but not phobic to this day, which I guess will serve him well, since he wants to be a Doctor! </p>
<p>DS2 was always coming up with humorous stuff–like constantly. So why can’t I remember any of them right now?</p>
<p>When my youngest boy was 3, I picked him up early from pre-school to take him to a luncheon where his dad was being honored. I told him, “Isn’t it exciting? We are going to watch Daddy get an award! You and (brother) need to be on your best behavior.”</p>
<p>My son, panicked, said from his car seat, “Mommy, I need to go home to get my light saber so I can bonk all the bad guys! I will save Daddy!” Huh? I told him he didn’t need his light saber, that Daddy was getting an award and there wouldn’t be any bad guys there. DS repeated that he really needed his light saber to help his dad. This went on for a couple of rounds, until I figured it out: he didn’t hear “get an award”; he thought his dad was going to “get in a war”, and was determined to help his dad out. Brave little guy!</p>
<p>I love this thread! I wish I had written down more of the stuff my kids said back then. I’ve posted this one before but I’ll repeat it –</p>
<p>My husband is from Spain. When S1 was 3, he used to say that “Daddy has a Spanish accident” – he meant a Spanish accent!</p>
<p>Another time he asked me if I ever had to call 911. I told him yes, I called 911 one time when our house got broken into. He looked at me funny and said "It got broken in two? How did it get fixed?</p>
<p>Here’s the link to an old thread on the same subject.
<a href=“http://talk.collegeconfidential.com/parent-cafe/807241-remembering-things-your-hs-senior-said-child-were-darndest-things.html[/url]”>http://talk.collegeconfidential.com/parent-cafe/807241-remembering-things-your-hs-senior-said-child-were-darndest-things.html</a></p>
<p>Another one: two of my nephews, who were around 4 and 5 at the time (Irish twins), were taking a bath together. The younger one calls out to his mom, “Look at his p***s - it is so big and fat and gross! Mine is so cute and little…” :)</p>
<p>Patsmom, that reminded me of one that I said when I was a kid.</p>
<p>When I was 3 my Mom told me we had to go get my brother from school and take him to the Doctor because he broke his arm. I was horrified and asked if the doctor would be able to put his arm back on. My Mom was puzzled at first, then realized that I was thinking about when a doll got a broken arm, it was broken off completely! Boy was I glad to learn that his arm was still attached!</p>
<p>S2 was an early talker but mispronounced a few consonants. I usually understood everything he said, but DH sometimes didn’t get it. Once, when S2 was 2, he said something that DH didn’t understand. DH asked him to repeat what he had said. DH still didn’t understand, so asked him to repeat it. When DH didn’t get it on the third try, S2 shot DH a look of exasperation and said, “I’m not speakin’ Spanish, you know.” </p>
<p>When DD was very young and newly potty trained, we were traveling and stopped at a rest area to use the restrooms. It was very busy and we waited in line for a stall to open up. DD used the toilet and then I told her to wait while I went. At this point, she announced loudly, “Mommy, you have a REALLY big bum!” There were some snickers and then a woman a couple of stalls down began to laugh. This set off a lot of others and the whole restroom was filled with giggles and laughter. I waited a while before exiting the stall, but people were still chuckling as we washed our hands and left.</p>
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<p>I read that to my DH and he almost died laughing. :D</p>
<p>When mine were about 7 or 8, my sister and BIL took them for ice cream at one of those places where they mix in flavors. S ordered peppermint ice cream with Butterfingers mixed in. BIL says - you sure about that, buddy? Maybe vanilla might be better with Butterfingers. S nods yes, he’s sure he wants peppermint, so BIL orders it - brings it back to the table - S tries it and sure enough - yuck. BIL could see tears welling up in S’s eyes so he said - don’t worry, buddy, toss it, let’s go get something else. We still tease S about the peppermint and Butterfingers combo.</p>
<p>Maybe under the influence of the friend mentioned above, I taught my D the right words for some parts of her anatomy. </p>
<p>We were at the beach with another couple, our D and their son. The kids were both about 3. They were playing in the sand. Bored with sand castles, the little boy announced that this time, he was going to build a whale out of sand. My D said “I’ll build a whale too!” Little boy to D: “Is yours a girl whale or a boy whale?” D to boy: “A girl! I made her vagina!” I gulped, afraid, of course, that the little boy is going to ask her what that is. Instead…little boy: “Oh good! I’ll put pajamas on my whale too!” They both happily continued to build…and I did manage to stifle my laughter!</p>