is this funny only to me? overheard conversation excerpt with 3-year-old

J=my Roommate’s 3-year-old son, he of the impeccable logic. Conversation excerpt overheard tonight (OK, I was overhearing myself for part of it):

tesseract: Hey, look, J, at what I got at the store! (Thank you cards featuring one of the Incredibles, a guy in a red suit with a big I on his chest, saying Thanks!)
J: I like this guy!
tesseract: Yeah, these are to give to your friends!
J (furrows brow and shakes head no): These mine.
tesseract: Yeah, they’re yours, but they’re thank you cards to give to your friends.
J: I’m trying to open them.
tesseract: OK, you can open them. Do you want me to help you?
J: Yeah.
tesseract: Here you go. (Once they spill out, he sees they’re all the same and blank on the inside.)
J: Hey!
tesseract: Yeah, see, they’re just cards.
J: Not cars!
tesseract: Not cars, cards. Thank you cards.
Roommate: Maybe this isn’t the best night for this.
tesseract: Yeah.
(a little later)
Roommate: Hey, look, here are your thank you cards. Do you want to send some thank you cards?
J (furrows brow): These mine.
Roommate: Yeah, but these are to send to the people who came to your birthday party! It’s to say thank you to them.
J: I want them.
Roommate: Um, OK, do you want to send one to P?
J: Not his birthday!
Roommate: OK. Do you know what we’re doing? Remember how you had a big party? And all your friends came?
J: All my friends not came!
Roommate: Your Seattle friends couldn’t come, but ALL your California friends came! And remember how they came to your house, and you ate pizza, and it was fun, and they gave you a whole bunch of presents? These cards are to say, “Thank you for coming to my birthday party!” You’re saying, “Thank you for coming to my party, and thanks for the present!” (pointing) See, it says “THANKS!” What did you get? Remember, P gave you a scooter, and A gave you—um – some cars, and the neighbors gave you —
J: (grunts impatiently, bored with this explanation)
Roommate: (abandons this line of attack) --OK. Do you want to write one to Grandma first?
J: No, I want to say at P first.
Roommate: OK. Let’s say, “Dear P–” What else do you want to say? (pen raised)
J: Happy Birthday!
Roommate: OK…
tesseract: Is that what you’re going to write?
Roommate: Yep. OK, “Happy Birthday.” What next?
J: I want two birthdays.
Roommate: OK. (writing) “I want two birthdays.” What else?
J: That’s enough.
Roommate: That’s enough? OK. Here’s what you have. Oh, wait, this has to be to the other kids in his family too. OK, “Dear P, K, H, and K, Happy Birthday! I want two birthdays. That’s enough!”
tesseract: I hope you’re going to add a little note to that.
Roommate: Don’t worry.
Roommate: OK, so, “Love, J”?
J: (shakes head no)
Roommate: Not “Love, J”? OK, how about “Sincerely, J”?
J: (furrows brow, thinking) No.
Roommate: Not “Sincerely, J?” How about “Love, J”? No? “See ya later, J”? “Talk to ya later, J?” “Thanks, J”? We have to end it. How should we end it?
J: (keeps shaking head no)
Roommate: OK. Next one! How about to Grandma?
J: Yeah.
Roommate: OK, “Dear Grandma & Poppa,” what do you want to say next? Thank you for –
J: Thank you for Little Leap.
Roommate: Oh, “Thank you for Little Leap.” We’re making progress. Did you get some batteries from them? You like batteries, don’t you? “Thank you for the batteries?”
J: Yeah.
Roommate: OK (writing), what else?
J: Happy Birthday!
Roommate: OK, “Happy Birthday.” What next?
J: Happy Birthday at them house.
Roommate (to self): that means, “Happy Birthday to their house.” OK. (writing) “Happy Birthday at them house.” OK, let’s do one more, then we’ll be done for awhile. Who do you want to do next? How about the neighbors? L and S? Remember how they got you the train? The train tracks?
J: Not them birthday!

Um. That’s sort of funny, I guess. I thought there would be a punchline, but instead it was just one of those “funny all the way through” deals. And also maybe a “you had to be there” type thing? Anyway, you wanna hear a story from when I was 3? This is what the family claims I would do:

TJ’s mom: See that picture? Do you know who that is?
TJ: No.
Mom: That’s you!
TJ: Oh… okay.
[a day or two later]
Mom: See that picture?
TJ: Yes.
Mom: Do you remember it?
TJ: Yes.
Mom: Okay, good. Who is that?
TJ: That’s you!

Fourteen years later, I think I really get pronouns.

Also, my sister would get really angry when I interrupted her, and say “You’re inter-ing me up!!!”

My now very mature 41/2 year old daughter was speaking in complete sentences at 18months. One day she was acting particularly evil and my wife told me, “She is on my S-H-I-T list.” A short time later, after being scoldled, the little one scowled at me, put her hands on her hips and said, “You my I-T list.” I would be much easier to have a stupid kid.

Last weekend I went on a fishing trip on a houseboat with my dad and uncles. My two half brothers were too young to join us (stepmom was scared to death they’d fall in the lake) but they did visit for a few hours, since the lake was only 30 minutes from their house.

My half-brother D thanks me for the birthday present (I got him a large picture book on the history of Spider-man. He’s into Spider-man right now so shopping for him is easy :smiley: ) He’s very talkative, and so he just about bombarded me with questions-

D: Where did you find book?
Incubus: At a bookstore.
D: Where did they get it?
Incubus: From a company.
D: And where did they get it?
Incubus: Uh, they made it.
(And then the kicker)
D: If Green Goblin got in a fight with Jesus, who would win?
Incubus: :confused: Uh, I think you might want to ask Grandpa Harold (pastor at a local church) that question, D. But my money’s on Jesus :wink:

I used to travel fair frequently on business. Before every trip I would get out a map of the US and show my kids where I was going. I thought it was a good way to introduce geography and map reading ti them. Once, as I was packing to leave, I called the kids into my room. The conversation went something like this:

Me: Hey kids, do you want to look at the map and see where Daddy is going?
All 3 kids: Yeah!
Me: OK. point to map This is where we live and point to different spot on map this is where I’m going. Maimi. It’s in Florida.
Oldest kid: How far is that?
Me: It’s about 665 miles away. That’s like driving to Grandma’s house and back 66 times in a row!
Older 2 kids: Wow!
Youngest kid: says nothing, furrows brows
Me: What are you thinking about, E?
Youngest kid: Dad, who is your ami, anyway?

This one’s kind of funny and sad. My three year old neice was on the phone with my mom, talking about how they just got back from Virginia. The reason they were in Virginia is because her other grandma, known as Nana, had died. She said to my mom: “Nana’s in a box but she’s not sick anymore.”

Why, Jesus.

If he’s prepared.
tesseract I thought your story was a riot. The kid definitely has a future as a logician or lawyer.

That was definitely funny and cute; I giggled the whole way through.

Okay, I’m not sure if this is just me. But I understand the kid’s point of view, and not the adults.

The kid wants to keep the Thank You cards with the picture of the cartoon character, right?
I get that. That makes sense. He doesn’t *have * to use the cards. He can just keep them.

So I’m going to ask, on behalf of the kid, “Why can’t I keep the cards?”
:stuck_out_tongue:

As long as we’re sharing odd preschooler conversations, the other day this happened at my house.

DangerGirl and SoldierBoy are pretending something involving monsters and running around and general heroics. SBoy is wearing DG’s fire helmet and sword, while DG has a helium balloon and Viking helmet.

SBoy: We gotta fight the monster!
DG: We need the power of God to help us.
SBoy: I have the power of God in my sword!
DG: I have the power of God in my balloon!

…and off they run to confront the monster. I dunno, maybe you had to be there, but I was on the floor.

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Sharing my favorite small kid dialouge:
My fiance and I take his youngest brother H, who was 7 or 8 at the time, to the history museum to see the Egyptian exhibit they’re featuring. Brother has been raised Christian:

Pullet: Hey H, look at this mummy! It’s really old!
H: Older than God?
Pullet: <stunned revalation> Why, yes, it is!

Thanks, Really Not All That Bright, I plan on it! :slight_smile:

At my grandmother’s viewing a couple months ago, my sister and our cousin (ages 8 and 10) were running around wreaking general funeral home havoc, and they realized there was a downstairs and one of them said gleefully, “There’s other bodies downstairs!” My brother and I tried not to laugh, but it didn’t work.