Not so much a cute thing he said, but the sprog is learning to talk smack.
He loves to play chess and is getting pretty good at it. We played a game that was far shorter than it should have been because I suck at it. (No joke. I moved my queen right in the path of his knight.) He taunted me about it for the rest of the day.
I don’t mind that he beat me. It means he’s smart. 
At the pool, a couple of years ago; the kids involved where four 3-year-olds and Sally’s 7yo brother.
Sally: “Grandma M, can Mark come play?”
Mom, after some questioning to determine that they were going to the kiddie pool with an adult, “sure, honey, I’ll be sure to tell Mark’s mom when she comes.”
A woman from another group: “but why do you call her Grandma M? She’s not your grandma!”
Sally, Mark and three others: “of course not! She’s Mark’s Grandma, but her name is M and she’s a Grandma, what are we supposed to call her?” Sally, being the most vocal one, continued: “it’s a lot shorter than saying ‘M who is the grandma of Mark’. I asked what’s the name of Mark’s mom so I can call her Mom J instead of Mark’s Mom, too!”
The woman started to say something else, but apparently felt the ring of adult grins which had just sprouted around her 
“Grandma” doesn’t mean that person is your grandmother, it’s a title (and so were Mom and Aunt, at least for that summer).
I am, in all particulars, right there with you (except mine is throwing in the occasional “goo!” and “wa!”.
A week or so before xmas, I asked my two-year-old niece if she’d been good for Santa. She gave a tiny sigh and said, “I’m trying,” complete with a world-weary little ‘comme-ci-comme-ça’ hand gesture. I laughed until I cried (literally).
She once told me she had just turned on the radio in the living room, which I know she isn’t allowed to touch. I raised my voice a little so her mother could hear me in the other room to say, “Does your mommy know you turned on the radio?” When I said ‘mommy’ she came towards me with a concerned look on her face and waving her hands at me, saying, “Hey!” like ‘hold it down, she’s going to hear you!’.
When my sister-in-law gave her an old clutch purse, she was thrilled and started to play with it right away. Then she opened it and got up, marched over to my sister-in-law and said, “Nanny, I need money for my purse. It empty.”
If I haven’t told this story on the interent, it’s the only place which has been left out.
My brother had dug up a game he had as a child–each player gets 15 pegs numbered one through fifteen. The players take turns flipping over a peg, looking for the number one. When you find your number one, you place it in the proper location, and start looking for number two. And so on until you reach fifteen.
Well, my nieces played it. They were five and seven. The elder niece got very frustrated.
“Daddy, where’s the number one?”
“I don’t know [eldest]” (or alternately) “Someplace you haven’t looked yet”
“Daddy, where haven’t I looked yet?”
Meanwhile, Younger kept looking determinedly, and after she found the first peg, it wasn’t long before she had them all in order.
Next game, it was clear to all adults around that the lightbulb had gone off.
Younger niece was no longer picking pegs at random. Instead, she started at one corner, and went methodically down the line looking for her first peg.
She won that game in no time flat.
Third game, younger niece is offering to tell “the trick” to big sis–and big sis is having none of it. No, she’d rather swap colors, swap opponents, and do everything but stand on her head to avoid picking pegs capriciously, and wondering why she can’t find pegs reliably.
I’m not sure whether it’s ridiculously cute or ridiculously disturbing that my three-year-old was just singing “What Do You Do With a Drunken Sailor.”
When my daughter was recently potty trained, her daycare teacher related this story:
She and a boy from the classroom were sitting on the two (child-size) toilets. Boy says, conversationally, “girls can’t pee.” 
My daughter: “Yes, they can!”
“No, they can’t!”
“<boy’s name>, I’m peeing right now!”
“With what?!” :smack:
Light dawns, and she explains, “girls have something else.” The daycare teacher intervened at that point before she could go on to explain exactly what. 
Oh, and this might be more of a what he does than what he says, but my toddler and the periodic table. He’s gotten even better in the intervening six weeks or so - I think he knows all of them now.
I don’t quite no why, but that’s a standard on just about every “kids music” CD The Littlest Briston owns.
That’s one of the coolest things I’ve ever seen!
That is adorable! It makes me want to have a kid just to teach him that!
Currently at 135 views. Don’t be surprised at all if that’s one of those things that suddenly jumps to 100k+ in a month. Awesome.
:eek: That is fantastic!
I have a two-year-old who identifies anything bright and round as “Moon!” I will be very disappointed if she can’t do tricks like that by August.
So cute!
Seriously. In my kid’s world, everything is yellow or green. There are no other colors. I can’t picture her being able to pull that off anytime soon.
Does he spell it “M-O-O-N”?
I am encouraging her in this direction, but these aren’t her favourite letters yet.
(Though I do have loads of fun drawing a quick sketch of the Death Star and letting her be my straight man.)
My son, 8 y/o at the time, was told over the summer that year that his mother and I were divorcing.
We sold our house and she relocated with them into one of the school districts we selected. The teacher welcomed him to the school and asked him to write a little biography about himself.
He wrote that his parents were getting ‘de-forced’.
dupe