Well? Did you?
I don’t have kids, so can I narc out my nephew here?
We were going somewhere together and he spilled something on his shirt.
Nephew: “I can’t go like this. People will think I’m Mexican.”
Me: “What?! Uh, honey, you are Mexican.”
Nephew: "Yeah…No, I meant messy. "
And in the car together one day, nephew cut the cheese.
Me: “That’s gross, kid.”
Nephew: “Well, I had to let the stinkulosity out.”
Then we cracked up, because that was stinkularious!
As a matter of fact, no.
My daughter used to combine words…her new shoes were “comfeetable” and the dog was “prettiful.”
WhyBaby (2.5) was exceedingly concerned with my stained menstrual pad last week, so I told her, in very simple terms, what was what: “When ladies have babies in their uterus, this stuff makes the tube that sends them their food and air. I don’t need it, 'cause there’s no baby in my uterus, so my body’s getting rid of it. Once a month, if there’s no baby, this stuff comes out. It’s called menstrual fluid.”
“'Em-stoo fu-id” she carefully echoed, and nodded wisely.
And as I stood up, she flushed the toilet and waved, “Bye-bye, baby!”
:smack:
On a completely different note, I finally figured out why she keeps laughing every time she hears a car honk. Today she explained, “Mama! Car farted!” 
I saw The Simpsons Movie this weekend. There’s a scene where they test out an “idiot proof barrier” (a chest-high concrete divider) by having Cletus the Slack Jawed Yokel try to get past it. Cletus walks into it a couple of times, then says, “I cain’t do it!”
From behind me, a little kid said, in evident disgust, “I could do that.”
My nearly 3-year-old likes to brandish his “scary” claw at everyone in the family, and we all dutifully scream in fright. In the car, he even holds it over his head points it back toward whoever’s in the 'way back seat behind him, so they can holler too.
The funny part is that, lately, though, he’s been turning it on himself, and yelling in fear, too. He’s a little comedian.
I have another young one who can’t really say much - he just turned one -, but he is fascinated with his big brother, Oscar (who is actually a cat). It was his first ‘real’ word, and he says it over and over again.
Sitting in the living room one day, he looked around, saw Oscar in the dining room, and we got this (it sounds exactly like it looks):
OSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS-CAH!!!.
We’re not sure what prompted that, but we about fell over laughing.
This my nephew right now - he’s almost two, and loves trucks.
I saw him this past weekend in Florida for a family wedding, and every time he’d see a truck drive by my grandparents’ house, he’d start screaming “FUCK! FUCK FUCK FUCK!!”.
Of course, being the awesome auntie that I am, I would point out the borrowed truck that his daddy was driving for the weekend, and say “C. What is that?”.
I was visiting my cousins Miriam and Alonso (ages approximately 8 and 4 as of this story) in Costa Rica, who grew up bilingual English/Spanish, meaning that their English vocabularly was a bit random at times.
So I was in the back seat of the car talking to Miriam. She was telling me about her imaginary land of Miriamland. So I ask her what there is in Miriamland, and she says “animals”, and then Alonso, who was sitting in the seat in front of us and not previously participating in the conversation, immediately responds with “Animals? WHAT IS THIS RUBBISH?”
I think we later determined that someone uses the precise phrase “what is this rubbish?” at some point in one of the Harry Potter books, so he presumably picked it up from there.
Please do! I’m busting a gut here, keep 'em coming!
Oh, and another from ours:
Mr. Cinnamon and I are atheists, and haven’t really addressed religious ideas with our kid. A couple weeks ago she came back from daycare at the YMCA singing bits of some Christian song. The refrain was:
“Aw-w, man, Aw-w, man.”
Clearly, Dora has a larger part in her life than the church.
Alonso was reading HP at age 4? Color me impressed!
More likely he was listening as it was read aloud or on tape…
(Not that he’s not an impressive kid.)
Ha, that reminds me: my daughter used to call lip balm “lip blam”. I corrected her, but it didn’t quite take…she changed it to “lip blom”.
Totally off-topic, but that’s the most horrifying thing I’ve ever heard of, including the Holocaust. I thought kids were supposed to be picky eaters??
Dad is rather famous for being flip. When I was little, my mother would occasionally tell him to get me dressed in the morning, she being occupied with my sister. Invariably Dad would get my shoes mixed up and I’d come out hobbling. When told he’d put my shoes on the wrong feet, his answer was invariably: “But they’re the only feet she has.”
He taught me everything I know about being a wiseass. Thanks, Dad!
My kids call meatloaf “meat love.”
I tried to correct them once and they looked at me like I was crazy. Whatsit Jr. informed me in a concerned tone of voice, the way one would talk to a person who thought their umbrella was a bird, “But Mommy. It’s not a loaf. A loaf is for bread. It is called meat love because we love it so much.”
I guess I can’t argue with that.
When I was about six, my family and I went to Wendy’s after I was just getting over a bad stomach virus. While we were eating, I suddenly horked a giant pile of puke all over the table, and exclaimed loudly, “This food is fucking bad!”
I haven’t eaten at Wendy’s since.
Your grandma is only forty seven or your mom is forty seven? Either way, that is a young grandma and I’m confused over it all.
says Shirley who has a friend who became a grandfather at 38.
And had you??
Aaaand, you hadn’t.
I shouldn’t have jumped the gun and read the whole thread first!