<p>My D listened to a song called “Makebelieve Day” and I heard her going around the house singing “It’s my maple leaf day” which, if you think about it, is a nice sentiment.</p>
<p>As you know commercialized Xmas in the states follows hard on the heels of halloween and my son did not have time to fully exorcise his obsession with dracula before it became time to celebrate the birth of Christ. It was all magic and mystery to him. Thus, his pictoral version (at age 4) of the birth in Bethlehem–everyone, I mean everyone, has fangs…even itty bitty Jesus in the manger and angel Gabriel hovering above like some demented bat. Joseph even has some dripping blood on his incisors and the adoring shepherds look like they had raw mutton for dinner. If he becomes a famous artist, this one is going to bring a fortune at auction…</p>
<p>oh, finearts! what an image! Laughing out loud over here.</p>
<p>finearts! That’s a riot!!</p>
<p>my oldest was 8 when this hs senior was born, so right after the birth the oldest got colored pencils and made him a card. “Welcome to the World” with love graphs, “graffs” and balloons etc. but on the back it said…“so happy you are a boy cause if you were a girl i wouldnt like you!” we still have the card!</p>
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<p>Guess you didn’t want to copy that for you family Christmas card, huh?</p>
<p>When Son was about that age, after Christmas he made his own manger scene, using the family from the Fisher Price Doll House. He was short a male, so he added his Batman action figure, kneeling at the manger.</p>
<p>My wife and I went shopping with our son when he was around 9 or 10. On the way home in the car my wife and I were talking about the neat things we bought and how everything went smoothly. I said something like “We got this, and that, and even found that. What more could we possibly want today?”</p>
<p>There was a short pause and then from the back seat came the response…“A video game?”</p>
<p>One summer I sent DS to a high falutin’ camp centered on the classics. I think he was about 6. They learned about Greek and Roman legends and one day were asked to draw a portrait of their favorite god or goddess. These drawings were all posted for the parents to see.</p>
<p>DS drew a very menacing GODzilla.</p>
<p>My D was 3 years old, naked in the bathtub, and announced out of nowhere “Mommy, one day I am going to RULE THE WORLD!” Whoa. I didn’t know what to say, so in between trying not to laugh, I told I her I needed to clean her rear end first.</p>
<p>And I have to throw in her junior brother since I doubt this thread will still be active next year.</p>
<p>His kindergarten class was 2.5 hours long. When he started first grade, class was suddenly 6.5 hours long. After the first week or so of first grade, I asked him how he liked it. He said “it’s ok, but Miss Moehler takes too long!” He thought it was his teacher’s fault that first grade lasted longer. That cracked me up.</p>
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<p>If this tale comes back to you in an email chain in a year, it’s because I sent it to almost every parent I know! Soooo glad I wasn’t drinking coffee when I read this!!</p>
<p>Because we have sons, DH was selected (by me) to give “the talk” to each boy when the time came. As I remember, DS1 was about 8 when DH sat down with him and read an age appropriate book explaining the whole concept of human reproduction. DS1 was slightly traumatized that such indignities were involved in his conception, but he quickly recovered.
When it was time for DS2 to get “the talk” the damn book went missing. DH was somewhat nervous about how this was going to go without the book, but he “manned up” and did his best. DS2 came out of the talk totally unfazed, he had no questions and just wanted to study his spelling words.
Well this nonchalance was just totally unacceptable to DS1! He could not believe that DS2 could take this new found knowledge so calmly. In a tone that only an older brother could use he asked, “So little brother, what did you learn tonight?”
“Not much, just where babies come from,” said DS2.
“Where?” asked DS1.
“Dad said women have a special place in their body that goes all the way to China, and that’s where they get the babies from.”
Well I spit out an entire mouthful of wine while DH had to clear up that women had a special place that rhymes with China that is involved in baby making, and that no, he is not from China.
Nine years later, it still makes me laugh aloud.</p>
<p>D1 is now a college senior. I remember once when she was quite young (I don’t know the exact age), we asked her to “be good and behave”. She turned to us and said, “Mommy, I’m being good and being have!” </p>
<p>…still cracks me up.</p>
<p>Dracula and Bethlehem, I haven’t laughed so hard in a long time! Such a little boy thing to do!</p>
<p>I would always sing songs with my little ones while we drove in the car. “My Bonnie Lies Over the Ocean” was one of them. One day from the back carseat came my tiny d’s question after that song: “Mommy, doesn’t that bunny get wet?”</p>
<p>Love these stories! Keep them coming!</p>
<p>DS loved the VHS tape “Mickey’s Christmas Carol,” the box had a pic of Mickey Mouse surrounded by a wreath. For years afterwards he wanted to put the “Carol” on the front door 
Last week (he’s now 17) he asked when we were going to hang the Carol. ;)</p>
<p>We still call that sliver of a crescent moon a “fingernail moon.”</p>
<p>DD said to newborn DS in the hospital. “Don’t cry, little baby, you can come and visit us…” :)</p>
<p>mafool, with my son, it was “The moon is smiling!”</p>
<p>My daughter was about 4 years old, and my father (her grandfather) was visiting. My father was in his 80s and was sort of forgetful. Whenever he couldn’t find anything, he’d mutter, barely audibly, “where’s my f<strong><em>ing keys” (or hat, wallet, watch, etc.). One time he was looking for his coat, and my daughter found it. She took it to him and said “here’s your f</em></strong>ing coat.”</p>