This morning I was getting dressed after my shower. My son (4) came upstairs to see if I was ready. He went back downstairs and told my husband:
“No, she isn’t ready yet. I can still see her titties”.
Husband came upstairs, not to see my boobs (well, maybe) but to report this statement. He said it with a mischievous tone, apparently.
I love this, it isn’t even a mispronunciation but it’s my favorite. 
I don’t have any kids myself, but I have four nieces and three nephews.
My one niece (3 yo) calls water “anna.” We have absolutely no idea where she got this from. The only explanation I can come up with is that she heard “agua” on Dora the Explorer and corrupted it. But that’s a flimsy theory at best. We can’t get her to say water, everything is “anna.”
My other niece (almost 4) quacks. One day her sister called her a “silly duck” and she’s been quacking ever since. She even says “I’m not a girl, I’m a duck,” and now that she’s realized Mommy doesn’t like it, she likes it even more. She even changes it so it doesn’t sound exactly like a quack, to elude Mom’s detection. For example: she used to give a short loud “Quack.” Now she gives a quiet, deep “quraaaaaack.”
What’s so bad about quacking? Well she’s been doing it for almost a year now; her mom’s getting exasperated and her sister loves it. But I told them, that’s what they get for telling their daughter that they “found her in the jungle…just like Curious George.”
O, what a tangled web we weave when our child asks where he/she came from.
I am undone! Hoist by my own petard!
My apologies. I know about the Alabama Shakespeare Festival, and I’ve been to a few performances there (the one in Montgomery; I never went when they were in Anniston). I was trying to be funny, and obviously I failed miserably.
To continue the “lellow” discussion, both the Tiniest Minion and the Stepminion said “lellow.” In fact, the Stepminion used to talk about “lellow flahlers” (yellow flowers). My wife was crushed when he began using the proper pronunciation – she loved the way he said that.
And as a follow-up to the Buzz Lightyear “To infinity and beyond”: Saturday night, the Tiniest Minion and the Stepminion took all the cushions off the couch, piled them on the floor, and began jumping off the couch onto them. The Tiniest Minion, reaching deep into the recesses of his mind for an appropriate jumping-related quote, began shouting “Booty beyond!” as he leaped. How he got “booty” from “To infinity and” is a mystery. I told Aries28 it sounded like he was shouting the title to a futuristic hip-hop song.
Speaking of Toy Story, that reminds me of a story about my youngest daughter. We were at my in-laws for Christmas one year, and Goose Girl was wandering around playing with a toy.
I was watching television, and I would glance over once in a while to check on her.
I noticed that she had dropped the toy where she couldn’t reach it.
She walked over to me and said, “Mama, I want my Bud Light.”
Me: “You want what?”
G.G. “I want my Bud Light!”
I finally figured out that it was a Buzz Lightyear kid’s meal toy.
We still call that toy Bud Light
Several years ago when my nephew was about 3 his mom was with him in the toy aisle at the local KMart. She was trying to get feedback from him about what he wanted for Christmas.
While he was looking at the large Toy Story figures he said in a voice loud enough to be heard halfway through the store,
“I WANT A BIG WOODY!”
I’ll take your cute kids stories and raise ya TWO!
And more recently, while I was driving and my son was in the far back seat of the truck. " Mama, I just rolled my eyes to the back of my head!"
“Oh yeah? What did you see.”
“My brain.”
“What did it look like?”
One day my son had a playdate with a friend. A boy. Who only wanted to play with boy things. My daughter wanted to play too and pestered the boys for quite some by playing nearby with her dolls and other assorted pink contamination thingies, not really bothering them except by being A Girl and breathing the same air. So, the boys decided to run away from her into the basement to continue being Destructo Boys. My daughter, not put out the least, chased after them holding a prized posession she was willing to share with them, " I got a new purse! You can play with my new purse!"
I didn’t hear from the boys again for the rest of the day. I should try this on my husband.
My best friend’s little girl is about two and a half. Apparently this is the age where her dad should start shutting the bathroom door while he pees. I know this because when we over recently, she came out of the back room and announced to us that “Daddy’s toys are hanging out!”
This will provide amusement to us for years, possibly. “How’s the toys, Scott?” “Shut it.”