If you’ve either got little kids or know someone who does, what was the most heart-warmingly cute thing they said or did? What was the most eye-bulgingly infuriating? I have a friend whose 4-year old became convinced that he could get rid of his coughs by tipping himself upside down and shaking them out. 
I’m sure I’ve told this story here before, but it’s always good for a laugh. A couple of years ago I called my mom on her birthday to wish her a happy birthday. I was baby-sitting my grandson that night and he wanted to talk to my mom so I gave him the phone. He was about three at the time, roughly the age where they always want to talk on the phone but don’t always know what to say. So I prompted him “Tell her Happy Birthday”. Then I said “Ask her how old she is.” So she asked her, then listened, then told me “She’s sixty four.” Then he listened again and turned to me and said “She says she’s going to be tired next year.”
My daughter is 15 months old and isn’t speaking english yet. What she is speaking, I don’t know, but she’s pretty fluent in it. And adamant.
Right now, this very moment, she is eating a biscuit with butter and jelly. She pulled the biscuit apart and is licking the butter and jelly, which of course, is smeared all over her happy little face. She is quite pleased with herself.
She thinks putting together puzzles is picking up the puzzle piece and setting it on the puzzle board. This deserves a round of applause. (No, really, clap your hands or she gets mad)
She thinks squinching her face up is funny and does it to make you laugh, so laugh damn it. Or she will keep doing it until you do.
When she’s tired and in your arms, she’ll now cuddle her head next to yours, wrap her arms around you and…pat your back.
She met the most beautiful, funny baby in the whole wide world the other day. She isn’t sure who she is, but she’s in every mirror in the house.
Hearing and seeing her laugh is the best thing in the whole world. Mommy was hungry the other day for baby toes. She was laughing so hard and wanted so bad for me to stop so she would pull her feet away, but ooooh it was funny and she would put her feet back where I could reach them.
How nice it is to live in a world where you get an ovation when you accomplish the smallest thing.
Oooh how fun!
My 9 month old has started to nuzzle me. If she’s on my lap facing me, she’ll lean in and put her forehead to mine and rub her forehead all over my face. Other times, she’ll start headbutting me over and over again, but mostly gently. When it looks like she’s winding up for a doozy of a headbutt, I have to dodge out of the way. It’s so freakin cute.
Last night, she tried to crawl. She finally had her knees tucked directly underneath her and moved her right hand and knee forward but couldn’t figure out what to do next, so she slowly went head first down to the floor. The third time she did that, it wasn’t such a gradual descent and she hit her head HARD on the (carpeted) floor. She waited the usual 4 seconds and then wailed like a banshee. I felt so bad for her. She’s trying so hard.
A few Thanksgivings ago, my little cousin Brielle was hanging out with me as I showed her my rug-hooking set up. As I hooked away, a loop slipped out, and I said, “Oh, stupid thing.”
She ran to her mother, all flustered preschool indignation, and exclaimed “Uncle Matt said a bad word!!” After her mom and I finished LOLing, she explained to her the difference between calling your own things stupid and calling people or their things stupid.
When my son was, I don’ t know, 4 1/2 he and I were walking around the cemetery in our town. It’s a very tiny cemetery in a very tiny town in a very tiny state - not, you know, Forest Lawn or anything. So we were looking at various head stones and he ask who was there and I’d tell him.
Then he asked me, is Elvis buried here? I told him no.
A little later he asked me, is Jesus buried here? Again, no.
Then he asked me, what about Ouday and Qusay?
Those were his main dead guys, I guess.
She’ll be around the house tomorrow, and there’s nothing you can do to stop her!
As I said in another thread mine likes to hand you things, then take them away. She thinks it’s funny. Every so often I’ll take it anyway, I am bigger. 
She also likes to pull on one of her toys that sing Old McDonald. She loves it, she’ll clap after she gets it.
When my little brother was about 2 or 3, so… 16 years ago, we were leaving Burger King, and he had been coloring in a book that came with the happy meal (or whatever BK calls it). He must have just been getting to the age where he realized he had to keep track of stuff, because he said:
“Ohh, soot! I fowgot my cwayons!”
And another time, we were leaving Octopus Car Wash, and had gotten the rose scent (he was about 7 this time). Before we even left the parking lot, I let out a pretty loud one, and he said:
“Well, there go the roses.”
Maybe you had to have been there, but they were funny.
I totally thought dolls were some ways off yet, but Caileigh is just the most nurturing little toddler Mama I’ve ever seen (and I’ve worked with kids for a long time.) She got her first doll in July, when she was 13 developmental months old, and lurved it immediately. She just got two more “babies” for Christmas, and she’s been in an orgy of nurturing, feeding them, bathing them, wiping their noses (she has a cold right now, so she’s wiping everyone’s nose!) putting blankets over them, giving them rides in their stroller.
I just took this picture of her getting tucked in for her nap. Is that bliss or what? (It’s salve on her poor chapped upper lip, not snot.) She insists that all her babies be with her for sleep time, and they’re the first thing she asks for when she wakes up.
I had the following conversation with my 3 year old recently:
Paige: Daddy, why is your car all dirty?
Daddy: Because I parked it under a tree and stuff fell on it.
Paige: But why did you park under a tree?
Daddy: It was a stupid thing to do.
Paige: My daddy’s stupid!
Daddy: Now Paige, don’t call Daddy stupid, that’s not nice.
Paige: Well, then who am I going to call stupid?
As soon as she finished trying to crawl, my husband said, “Well, I guess we’re buying safety gates this weekend!”
My 21mo Butlerette has learned to say “Bye Da” when she sees me leaving for work or errands. It’s one of the cutest things going.
She also knows that if asked, I’ll throw her too far up in the air for her mother’s taste. (I’ve not dropped her yet, so I don’t get into too much trouble 
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Recently my 3 year old told me that she and her best friend say bad words all day at daycare. I asked her if she got in trouble, and she said that they whisper them to each other so they don’t get in trouble. Fortunately the only bad words she knows are “shut up.”
Also, her latest way to try to get out of anything is saying it’s too dangerous. As in “Paige, it’s time to brush your teeth.” “I can’t Daddy, it’s too dangerous!”
I was at a Banes & Noble in the children’s area looking at young adult books for my nieces. Around the corner comes a toddler wandering by himself. He picks a book off the bottom shelf, looks at it, and exclaims “Nah but dat don”.
I didn’t make much of it until he lays the book down, takes two steps, picks up another book and exclaims the exact same phrase “Nah but dat don.”
Now my curiosity is peaked. Just what is this kid trying to say? So I watch him work his way down the aisle, picking up books one at a time, exclaiming “Nah but dat don” and setting them back on the shelf.
My AHA!! moment came when the toddlers mother suddenly appreared at the end of the aisle, saw her son holding another book by it’s pages and immediately odered him “Now put that down.”
The cutest thing I can think of is also the most recent, which says a lot about my mind. Anyway.
My sister came to visit with her three kids, the youngest of whom, my niece, turned 8 a week before this incident. We went to a church event, and as my sister was chatting with another woman, my niece came up and stood next to my sister.
“Oh, and here’s your little look-alike!” The woman said.
My niece answered, “Actually, my mommy has to curl her hair, but my hair curls itself.”
Ha ha ha!
One of my friends has a little girl who is almost six (looks like she’s eight, though - tall as shit) and is the most adorable little girl on the face of the planet. Her name is Bella, and my nickname for her is the Bella-Monster.
The Tashaboy tried to call her this the other day and she looked at him all prim and proper like and informed her that “Only Tasha can call me Bella-Monster.”
This has led to the Tashaboy calling her the Bellinator, which she loves. She’ll walk around the house with her mom’s old Nintendo rifle and tell everyone she’s the Bellinator.
~Tasha
When my oldest son was still little enough to be in a car seat but old enough to talk, we would go on road trips to visit family. Because of my work schedule one time, I didn’t start driving until it was almost dark. My son was thoroughly wound up and wouldn’t fall asleep so I started searching through radio stations until I found the classical station. I figured it would lull him off to dreamland in a few minutes. Alas, he kept crying and fidgeting. Finally, I just put in a tape of the band, Garbage.
The lyrics to the first song went like this:
“I am a wolf, but
I like to wear sheep’s clothing…”
From somewhere in the darkness of the back seat, I heard my son say, “Why is she talking about a wolf butt?”
My little 11 month old niece, when you say “Touchdown!” to her, will raise both hands up in the air. Then she looks around at everyone to see if they’re doing it, too, which of course they are.
This may make me a bad mommy, but the first “unbearably cute” thing I can think of involves a friend’s kid, not my own:
We were visiting our friends, when their daughter was 3ish. The family had 2 cats, who predated the baby and had been declawed. The baby, not surprisingly, had learned early on that she could pester these poor felines with relative impunity. But they could vocalize their displeasure, at least.
We learned this for a fact when Daddy told Daughter to stop doing whatever mischief (not involving cats, they were just background material). She objected… by backing into a corner and HISSING at us.
This was the first time we learned about the “how can you discipline your child when you’re laughing so hard you can’t see straight” concept
These are great!
At four months, my kid’s just starting to develop a personality, and I have a feeling he thinks he’s hilarious. When feeding him, he’ll stop sucking his bottle and just break out into this huge smile. And he looks right into your eyes to make sure you’re watching him smile.
Something he’s been doing since he was born - when he sneezes sometimes, we’ll hear this giant yell, and then a sneeze. So it’s like “AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!! Ah-choo!”. I’m desperately hoping to catch one of those on video someday because they’re hysterical.
My nephew’s just over a year old, and he’s a riot. When we went to visit this past weekend, I knelt down with the baby so that he could see his cousin. He walked over slowly, checking him out, and started to put out a hand. Back in October, when I went to visit my family, I taught him how to ‘pet’ the baby, so I thought he was going to pet him. Instead, he reached over, grabbed Baby B’s pacifier out of his mouth, and stuffed it into his own mouth .
And apparently, my brother and SIL need to watch their language. He dropped part of his banana on the floor one day while we were there, looked down at it, and yelled “SHIT!”.
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