<p>I’ve just read this entire thread and it “crackled” me up!</p>
<p>When D was 2, she and I went across town to my parents’ house. When we got there, my dad was kneeling at the open dishwasher. D asked him what he was doing and he said, “I’m working on Granny’s dishwasher.” D said, “I’ll help you,” walked over and, lifting the silverware basket, said, “Goddammit.” Without missing a beat, my dad said, “I see you’ve worked on dishwashers before.” My mom and I had to leave the room so D wouldn’t see us laughing. She learned that kind of language from her father, btw.</p>
<p>Love these! I’ve just read the entire thread while watching the home run derby. :)</p>
<p>Pulling out of the busy grocery store parking lot one day with 4 year old D in the car, she asked me, “Why is the person in the other car always a jerk?”</p>
<p>S#2–must’ve been about 4–let out a loud burp at home. Then he didn’t say anything.
I gave him a serious look and said, “‘Johnny,’ what do you say?” As his older siblings snickered, shy little “Johnny” looked down at the ground, then looked up at me with his big green eyes, smiled so sincerely, and said very sweetly and quietly, “Thank you.”<br>
(Big “Johnny” still jokingly uses “Thank you” as a substitute for “Excuse me.”)</p>
<p>D1 grew up watching the Simpsons w H. When she was about 3 we were in an electronics store looking for a TV and it was on. She kept pointing to the screen saying “Mommy - it’s doo doo”. I had to explain that she referred to the show by the how the opening song sounded. (we still joke about this one!)</p>
<p>The flip side was when we were in Macy’s Herald Square a few months later and she correctly announced in the crowded first floor “Mommy that music’s from the Nutcracker” when she heard the Dancy of the Sugar Plum Fairies. Several older people nodded their heads in amazement.</p>
<p>hah - animal science! She did play piano for several years starting around 7 and could pick up music by ear, but her teacher moved away and she never found another one she liked.</p>
<p>This is also the child who at 18mo was in the dressing room with my while I tried on a purple suit. She said “Bardy, mommy”. I whipped that suit off and returned it to the hanger as quickly as possible, as I did not want a suit that my loving child thought made me look like a purple dinosaur! (‘Bardy’ = Barney)</p>
<p>Same child told all her preschool teachers when she was 4 that her soon to-be-born baby brother was going to be named Clifford (as in the Big Red Dog). We hadn’t discussed the names with her, so this was quite entertaining for everyone. </p>
<p>Here’s 2 (one is a “repost” from the Jersey thread so forgive me):
When D was about 3, we got her the Beauty and the Beast mirror from the Disney store at the mall. We watched a lot of Disney then – Sleeping Beauty, Dumbo, etc. So one day, D holds up the mirror, looks into it, and chants, “Mirror mirror…from the mall…who’s the fairest…of them all?” I cracked up.</p>
<p>Then when she was 6, she told me she was only going to have girl babies when she grew up. I asked her what she’d do if she had a boy, and she said “give it you.” Great.</p>
<p>This thread is hilarious and brings back so many fun memories.</p>
<p>When DS first started drinking from a cup he would turn his sippy cup upside down and shake it (dribbling juice on the floor) we’d say “no, no”. He liked to do that, and so we continued to say “no, no”. Well, he soon began asking for his “na na” when he wanted a drink in his sippy cup! </p>
<p>When he was two we were living in Germany and went on a trip. There was a clock shop near the hotel and he loved clocks. There was a small clown clock in the window that he loved. He always wanted to go to the shop and look for the “flown flock” since he couldn’t say the “cl” sound. We bought the clock before we left to give him for his birthday. Then when we went by the shop before leaving town he got a puzzled look on his face and said “where’s the flown flock?”. We just cracked (crackled) up!</p>
<p>I may have posted this before years ago… Once when my D was in 7th grade, she told me that the math teacher was handing out a test and said “May the force be with you”. And a boy piped up “and also with you”.</p>
<p>When my S was about 7, he entered the room with a board game and asked me to play. I told him not now I’m busy. So he got it out and quietly started playing both players of Chutes and Ladders by himself. I started feeling guilty for blowing him off, and I told him so. He said "You think you feel guilty? I’m cheating! "</p>
<p>When S was in pre-school, he had to fill out a family questionnaire (with help from the teacher). Apparently, he and my H used to spend their time carrying me around the house!</p>
<p>Where are my manservants when I need them?!</p>
<p>Ok, I’ll start one for D2012. She is #3 child. Both older S’s were blond/dark blond/blue eyes. She has dark hair, brown eyes, but has my fair skin. I am red hair/blue eyes. When D2(2016) was born, she was VERY blond and obvious blue eyes. D1 says: Mom, will you dye your hair brown so you look like me?</p>
<p>She says she never did/said funny things, just had “fun” situations. She reminded me of the educational assessment test in 5th grade. On the writing portion, she was asked to write about a problem she had and how she solved it. She wrote: I have no problems. I always know what to do. WHICH IS ABSOLUTELY TRUE!!! Unfortunately, that answer got her a zero. Even her teacher could find no fault with the answer…but it did not answer the question.</p>
<p>while reading a sweet childrens’ book, three year old S1 pointed to the picture of the clouds and said, I remember being up there on the clouds, with God</p>
<p>seriously, pretty wild, had no clue where that came from</p>
<p>I went back to work when my daughter was three, I would work an early shift and my husband would work a late shift. He would drop her off at my office on his way to work. On one day I was running a few minutes late so she came in and plopped herself down under the table. My boss came in and wanting to be kind squatted down to say hello to her, she looked him straight in the eye and said in a very loud voice you are a poopy head much to my embarrassment everyone in the room heard her and started laughing. </p>
<p>A few months later one day as we sat down to dinner and she turned to both of us and asked what animal we were going to eat. From that day on she refused to eat meat. I never knew what happened to make her refuse to eat meat. Before then she would eat everything. I still worry about her diet.</p>
<p>DS was in the car with DH and his boss when DS was about 4. DS said, “George, you must have a big **<strong><em>”, at which point all conversations stopped. When DH asked why, DS said that HE was going to have a bigger </em></strong> than daddy too, because he wanted 2 children instead of 1 and George had 4 kids so he had to have a really big ***** to make so many babies. Another round of “the talk” happened that night. I only wish that I had been in the car.</p>
<p>D2 was about 8 when we were in the car talking about babies. Something she said led me to say “You have to have sex to have babies.” She then asked many times mommy and daddy have had sex- I said at least 2x ( we have two kids) She then went on to say “Mrs H must have sex all the time!” Mrs. H was the mother of one of her closest friends and she had just had baby #7.</p>
<p>My DS and I have pet allergies. DD and H do not. The kids were always asking when we could get a pet. Of course we said we couldn’t because of allergies. When DD was 3, she said to my H, “When Mommy and DS die, can we get a dog?”</p>
<p>Another one from DD: When our minivan gets old, can we get a Mickey-van?</p>
<p>And another one…DS at age 3 about his 2 year old sister, “Mommy, when will sister’s boobies get long like yours?”</p>
<p>This thread is so cute! My S was about 3 when he caught me getting out of the bath. With a look of astonishment, he pointed to my pubic area and said “mom, you got fur!”
Like some of the other poster’s boys, he also changed the “tr” sound to “f” and loved trucks. Always a riot out in public when he would point and shout that he saw a, ahem, truck.<br>
D came to me at about the same age and asked why there was “no pee.” I was confused and asked her if she had to go potty. She got frustrated at my lack of understanding. After several minutes of going around, she finally explained "you know mom, ABCDEFGHIJKLM no P (saying the word no). Priceless.</p>