Odd/prescient/precocious things your kids have said

[John DiFool]

My niece, when she was 3-4, said a number of odd things. First my sister relates how, during a thoughtful moment, my niece turns to her and says, "You know, I'm glad I chose you." That's nothing compared to the discussion she had with me about my soulmate, unprompted, when she was around the same age, trying to explain why we (soulmate and I) are separated in this lifetime, or something.

What weird/unfathomable/enigmatic things have your kids said, seemingly from a perspective way beyond their years?

[Qadgop the Mercotan]

elfbabe's first sentence.

Upon being shown a check Mrs. Mercotan had just received as a part of an inheritance, and hearing her proclaim "Look, mommy got a lot of money!" she queried:

"Mommy going shopping?"

[freckafree]

When my son was 3-4-ish, he asked me, "If cowboys ride horses, do horseboys ride cows?"

[exclamation!]

When my youngest sister was about 3 years old she started telling us all about her "other family", who lived in the bush. In this family, her mother had died after a tree her father was cutting down fell on her, her (much older) brother was a carpenter, and her grandmother had hundreds of birds as pets. She could give you all kinds of details about her house and family.

It was a little weird, and got really creepy after she started insisting that we were all a dream and her "other family" was waiting for her to come back home. Brrrh.

[Her Royal IMFness]

My eldest Godson (Abraham, age five) was over visiting today. Around the time that he, his brother (Gabriel, my other Godson, age one), and their mother, Megan, were about to leave, my (new) boyfriend swung by the house to pick me up so we could go and run the snowcone truck his family owns. (Sorry, no free handouts, guys!!! :P) After meeting Chris for the first time, the bf, Abraham proceeded to look at his mommy and state, "Hey, you said you want a husband! Marry Chris!!" So cute!!!

[Madd Maxx]

A week ago one of the family's in our neighborhood moved out. They had two girls the same ages as my two girls and they were the first kids in the neighborhood that my kids met when we moved in. The last evening they were here we had a little cookout and towards the end if it all the girls in the neighborhood were crying over their friends moving away.

Except one. My youngest daughter. At first I thought that maybe she didn't realize exactly what was going on, or that she didn't understand that it wasn't temporary like a vacation. So as all the other girls were crying and hugging and saying their goodbyes, I pulled my youngest off to the side and asked: "Why aren't you crying like everyone else?" She looked at me with her most straight forward face and said, "I don't really like them."

Her candor and bluntness was so unexpected that I immediately told my remaining neighbors about it after the family that was moving had left. They all laughed about it, and secretly were glad that she is my handful daughter and not theirs.

[CalMeacham]

When my youngest sister was about 3 years old she started telling us all about her "other family", who lived in the bush. In this family, her mother had died after a tree her father was cutting down fell on her, her (much older) brother was a carpenter, and her grandmother had hundreds of birds as pets. She could give you all kinds of details about her house and family.

It was a little weird, and got really creepy after she started insisting that we were all a dream and her "other family" was waiting for her to come back home. Brrrh.

MilliCal came up to me with a pout on her face, many years ago, and exclaimed:




"My imaginary friend's friends are telling her that I don't exist!"

[ChiefScott]

My wife related this story to me...
When Li'lChief was about 5 or 6 we'd taken him for a long weekend to Gettysburg. Each year, I'd bring an "away team" of 15-20 Sailors from the USS Eisenhower to Gettysburg to do volunteer work at President Eisenhower's farm there. I tried to include a bit of family time most years as my wife really likes rural PA in the fall.

As part of the trip, I'd conduct a walking tour of the battlefield for the Sailors. One year, MrsChief and Li'lChief tagged along. Round about lunchtime, my wife broke away so she could get lunch for our son. While eating, she had asked Li'lChief what he had thought of the morning.

My son answered, "Dad knows a lot of stuff. But it's not important stuff."

[butler1850]

The Butlerette has begun to experiment with Play-doh. (she just turned 3)

Either on Saturday, or Sunday, each week, we make biscuits together, and she likes to eat the raw dough. (She also eats raw bread dough).

She decided to eat some of her blue Play-doh, and discovered that she didn't like the taste... not one bit. After spitting it out, and crying a bit, she exclaimed to her mother "This isn't Daddy's dough!"

She's not quite as fond of her Play-doh as she was just a few days ago.

[Pullet]

The husband and I took his youngest brother, at the time about 7 years old, to the museum to see a visiting Egyptian exhibit. The family is fairly underprivileged, so exposure to history and culture in general had been minimal. They are nominally Christian (this is important).

We get around to a mummy on display, and we say to Youngest Brother: "Check this out! This mummy is really, really old!"

"Older than God?" he asks.

Why yes, yes it is.

[ivylass]

When Ivyboy was about three, we were watching some silly mini-series on TV...I think based on a Judith Krantz novel. There were WWII biplanes in one of the scenes.

Ivyboy turned to me and very matter-of-factly said, "I died in an airplane, Mommy."

Hiding my , I said, "You did?"

"Yes," he said, turning back to the show. "The men in blue shot me down."

When he was about this same age, I was visiting my in-laws and my SIL and her friend were dancing and singing to him. My SIL started singing some old war song that she knew, and my son, who had been giggling until then, suddenly burst into tears.

Hmmmm......

[Annie-Xmas]

I was watching my 8 year old neighbor on September 8, 2001. Somehow the subject of Timothy McVeigh came up, and I explained what he had done. Travis asked me why and I said "He hated our government, so he blew up one of their buildings and killed a lot of people."

His response was "That's just stupid. If you hate the government, go live in another country. Don't go around blowing up buildings and killing people."

Three days later I wish twenty hijackers had been as smart.

[Apollyon]

Discussing shopping and money with the little lad at bedtime turned into a conversation about jobs and what you can "be" when you grow up. I'd mentioned architects and engineers, and the lad's thoughts had run off towards the professions of his Lego City people, doctors, police, firefighters... he paused, and then said: "But you can't choose to be a Robber, can you? Because then you'll have to live in a prison". Good lad.

[SparrowHawk]

Does it count if it's not my kid?

A friend of mine had a military husband who was deployed overseas. When a (male) friend of theirs came by the house one day, her little son cried, "Quick, Mommy! Kiss him so he'll stay!"

[mack]

My father passed away just before my girls turned 2. A couple of weeks later I was watching Celtic Woman with one of them cuddled under my arm. A woman was singing this beautiful song and my emotions were still very close to the surface and my girl said "She's singing because she's sad." I asked what she was sad about. She said "She's singing because she's sad about her father."

We were stopped at a traffic light in the city. One of the girls was like "come on daddy, go!" I said we couldn't and explained how traffic lights make sure that the cars from both roads don't go into the intersection at the same time and the other said "There must be a computer inside".

This past weekend we hiked up this mountainside to a little plateau and perched ourselves on a big flat rock and started eating bananas. It was very quiet and then a gust of wind blew through the trees and made them rustle. One said "The wind is telling us something". I said "Oh yeah? What's that?" "The wind is telling us we're all beautiful".

[Leiko]

Can I tell a story about my brother? Two stories, actually.

When he was 3 or 4, we were all visiting my grandfather in the hospital. There was a pond outside, and one of the doctors noticed my brother was looking at it.
"Oh, look at the duckies!" says the doctor.
"Those are not duckies, they are WATERFOWL," my brother replied, in a rather scathing tone.

The other story: We used to have a cat named Moose, who was a mighty hunter. One day my brother ran into the house, yelling, "Mommy! Mommy! Moose dismembered a rodent in the yard!"

Small children don't normally know the word dismembered, right?

[zagloba]

Originally Posted by mack

This past weekend we hiked up this mountainside to a little plateau and perched ourselves on a big flat rock and started eating bananas. It was very quiet and then a gust of wind blew through the trees and made them rustle. One said "The wind is telling us something". I said "Oh yeah? What's that?" "The wind is telling us we're all beautiful".

That's really lovely. Is she the same one that commented on the song?

[Oslo Ostragoth]

Originally Posted by John DiFool

My niece, when she was 3-4, said a number of odd things. First my sister relates how, during a thoughtful moment, my niece turns to her and says, "You know, I'm glad I chose you." That's nothing compared to the discussion she had with me about my soulmate, unprompted, when she was around the same age, trying to explain why we (soulmate and I) are separated in this lifetime, or something.

Originally Posted by exclamation!

When my youngest sister was about 3 years old she started telling us all about her "other family", who lived in the bush. In this family, her mother had died after a tree her father was cutting down fell on her, her (much older) brother was a carpenter, and her grandmother had hundreds of birds as pets. She could give you all kinds of details about her house and family.

It was a little weird, and got really creepy after she started insisting that we were all a dream and her "other family" was waiting for her to come back home. Brrrh.

Originally Posted by CalMeacham

MilliCal came up to me with a pout on her face, many years ago, and exclaimed:

"My imaginary friend's friends are telling her that I don't exist!"

Originally Posted by ivylass

When Ivyboy was about three, we were watching some silly mini-series on TV...I think based on a Judith Krantz novel. There were WWII biplanes in one of the scenes.

Ivyboy turned to me and very matter-of-factly said, "I died in an airplane, Mommy."

Hiding my , I said, "You did?"

"Yes," he said, turning back to the show. "The men in blue shot me down."

When he was about this same age, I was visiting my in-laws and my SIL and her friend were dancing and singing to him. My SIL started singing some old war song that she knew, and my son, who had been giggling until then, suddenly burst into tears.

Hmmmm......

Anybody else think that maybe children see and remember stuff that us oldsters don't?

[TheLoadedDog]

When my sister's relationship was on the rocks (or actually past that stage and she was living in a non-violent or abusive - but loveless - household), she had a plan to move out and be a single mum. This was hidden from her two year-old (she thought).

She was stil months away from actually moving but was starting to collate her papers and posessions, put them in order, and throw away some junk.

Two year-old: "Mum, are we moving?"

My sister (surprised): "No, no."

The two year-old, disbelieving her, but answering in a wink-and-a-nudge way that an adult might: "Aaah. Just packing a few things..."

[I Have Hippos In My Garden]

Well, he's not my son but the little boy i babysit came out with a few crackers the other night.

We were watching Britains got talent (for americans its a bit like american idol but you can do anything to try and impress the judges-sing, dance, snort, etc), and he decided he wanted to go on Britains got talent...fine thats ok, not too strange....

But, he then asked, "if you win britains got talent do you get an OBE?"

"And if you get an OBE, does it mean you get to visit the Queen's house and use her toilet? Because what kind of loo roll do you think she uses? And how many loos do you think she has? I think shes got EIGHT- with jacuzzi's in every single one!!!!Do you think she leaves her loo roll by the toilet so theres always a spare incase you run out?"

"Hmm, im not sure", i replied.

"O okay. Can we have crumpets now please?"

Classic.

[mack]

Originally Posted by zagloba

That's really lovely. Is she the same one that commented on the song?

Yes. She comes up with stuff like that that makes us stop in our tracks. She can be really tuned in. If she can just hang on to that.

[Motojojo]

At the tender age of 4, my daughter really hit home with a profound statement. I was at work and my wife and daughter were home alone. My Wife was surfing Amazon for self help books that might help her with seasonal depression while my daughter with her back to the room was at her own PC.

Seemingly out of nowhere, and oblivious to my wifes search for self help literature, my daughter said "You know Mamma, life is about fun."

[Shirley Ujest]

I might have shared this already, so you get it again! reruns!



My 9 year old son was walking out of the kitchen with two bananas in his hand.

"Taking one for your friend?" I asked, regarding his pal who was in the basement playing a video game.


" Nope. One is for energy. The other is for constipation!"

[I Have Hippos In My Garden]

" Nope. One is for energy. The other is for constipation!"

That is sooooo brilliant!!!

[beanpod]

My parents have a cassette tape with a recording of me at age 3:

*sounds in the background--adults whispering to see what I'll do. clunking of toys on the floor.*
Me: "Tape-atorder!" (tape recorder)
*clunking and muffled chuckles while I investigate*
Me: "Bunnets!" (buttons)
Mom: "Yes, that's daddy's tape recorder; it's not to play with."
Me: "Daddy bunnets? ..hee hee.." *click*

I found the stop button and ran away.

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My uncle had gotten my aunt a VCR for Christmas, sometime back in the 80s when they were still the hot new thing. He'd secretly shown it to my cousin, who was about 5. She was sworn to secrecy.

A few days before Christmas, my aunt was joking with them, trying to guess what her present was.

"Is it round?" she asked my cousin.
"Nope."
"Is it bigger than this?"
"Nope," and so on with 20 questions style queries. Finally, she asks, "Is it brown?" and my cousin had had just about enough, so she replies in exasperation:

"Augh. Mommy! VCRs ain't brown!"

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Another from that cousin: She was about 6, and they were near the end of a long drive. They'd been on the road for couple hours, but were almost home.

"Daddy, I gotta pee."
"Ok, we're almost home, can you hold it?"
"Ok."

A few minutes later: "Daddy, I gotta pee."
"We'll be home in 10 minutes, I promise. There's nowhere to stop here. Can you wait?"
"Ok."

A few minutes later: "Daddy, I gotta pee."
"I know, honey. Is it an emergency? We're really almost home. Look out the window; you see where we are?"
"Ok, but I gotta pee!"
"Ok, I'm hurrying. Just hold it a few more minutes."

About 30 seconds later: "Daddy, I gotta pee!"
"We've established that! We're almost home! We're about a minute away."
"Well, I GOTTA PEE NOW! Have you stastablished that?!"

[Astroboy14]

Originally Posted by Oslo Ostragoth

Anybody else think that maybe children see and remember stuff that us oldsters don't?

Nah... they're just weird.

(of course, I don't have any kids myself, so there ya go! Though my wife did comment this morning that her period was WAY overdue... )

[ivylass]

Originally Posted by TheLoadedDog

When my sister's relationship was on the rocks (or actually past that stage and she was living in a non-violent or abusive - but loveless - household), she had a plan to move out and be a single mum. This was hidden from her two year-old (she thought).

She was stil months away from actually moving but was starting to collate her papers and posessions, put them in order, and throw away some junk.

Two year-old: "Mum, are we moving?"

My sister (surprised): "No, no."

The two year-old, disbelieving her, but answering in a wink-and-a-nudge way that an adult might: "Aaah. Just packing a few things..."

Back when Ivyboy was about 6ish, my MIL had a heart attack. We made arrangements to drive down to FL from SC to see her, and had thought we had kept the real reason from the kidlets.

We stop for dinner on the drive, and Ivyboy says, "Something's wrong with Grandma's heart."

Ivylad and I looked at each other, shocked. Either we weren't as careful as we thought or this kid had picked up on something.

Ivyboy nods, digs into his French fries, and says, "But she'll be okay."

And, she was and is. So go figure.

[jeepus]

My first child was born by C section due to his footling breech position. They had a difficult time pulling him out head first through the incision. I remember feeling the tugging, the way you feel pressure and tugging in the dentist's chair.

When I told him, at age three, that I would be having another baby soon, he asked typical questions, like when, and will it be a boy baby or a girl baby. When he was done asking questions, he said "Well, don't let them pull on his neck when he's born. That really hurts."

Second baby was VBAC at home.

[Shirley Ujest]

Before kids, we were at Niagara Falls and had checked into our hotel.


Waiting for the elevator on our floor so that we could begin sightseeing, we waited with a dad, his about three or four year old son and the empty bell boy luggage cart thing that the kid was having fun playing on during the wait.

Only he was holding something in his hand that was making it a challenge for him to grip the bar to help him swing properly.

In a BOOMING voice that kids are so adept at, he said to his father, " Daddy, would you hold my monkey?"

You have never seen a bunch of adults try not to laugh.

[Martha Medea]

When my niece was two or three, out of the blue, complete with sinister cackle, she comes out with:

"I'm not the real Katie!"

[phil417]

One day when our then three-year-old grandson was visiting, he was stomping around the dining room proclaiming, "I'm a giant..I'm a giant!" Suddenly he stopped, glared at us (his Grandma, Grandpa, mom, & dad) and informed us in an outraged voice, "and I am NOT a cutie boy!" Where that came from we had no idea.

I told my sister about it. She told me that she'd found a rock in her refrigerator. Did her grandson know anything about it? Yep, he'd put it there. Why? He explained, "I wanted a cold rock." Kids.

Love, Phil

[Moirai]

Several times now, either my 6 or 8 year old has politely approached a stranger who is smoking a cigarette and said, "Excuse me?" Adult looks down and says, "Yes?" Kid looks at them seriously and says "Smoking makes you die."

One teenager said "Thanks, kid," and put his out!

[Bookkeeper]

Not my kid, but I was waiting for the bus last week and overheard two girls talking. One was about 17, the other 8-9. The younger one was enthusiastically explaining the effect of the Industrial Revolution on the European money supply, with the older girl responding with occasional clarifications.

[Ducktail]

My brother was in Little League for a while, and I think he was maybe eight or so at this point. My parents and I were sitting above the dugout while he was warming up to bat. My mother called out to him and asked if he wanted some water or Gatorade.

"Nah, Mom!" he yelled back, his voice clearly echoing through the bleachers. "I want some whiskey!"

[Nava]

The Nephew (2.5yo) recently decided that he's not going to do any more growing up. Last weekend we celebrated his Dad's birthday and we got to see some pics of The Upcoming Niece. Another visitor (you know those old ladies who made you wish you were allowed to be terribly impolite to old ladies? one of those) told The Nephew "so you're going to be a big brother!" Answer: "no, I'm already a big brother, sister is just in Mommy's belly for a while. And anyway if she grows more than I have she'll be my big sister then." SiL said "no no, you will always be her big brother." "But I'm not growing any more and she can grow more if she wants to!"

I left several minutes later; mother, visitor and son were still engaged in a contest of wills about growing up. Bro (kid's Dad) had tried to point out that the kid's going to grow up anyway and been sushed...