Kids can be funny... :)

Miscellaneous and Personal Stuff I Must Share
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The other day I was back in Spain. Visiting my family, my sister told me a great story about her daughter, my niece, Sofía.

At the time this happened, the kid was 6 years old. One of her teeth was getting loose, and she was talking about it with my sister.

Before continuing I must explain that, in Spain, the mythical figure that puts a coin under your pillow in exchange for your tooth is not the tooth fairy, but “the little mouse”. He has a name, as a matter of fact: “El ratoncito Pérez”, “little mouse Pérez”.

Anyway; they were talking about it, and the conversation went more or less this way:

Sofía: “So, mom, when my tooth falls off, I put it under my pillow and the little mouse will give me some money in exchange for it, right?”

My sister: “That’s it, Sofía”.

“I hope the mouse will give me a fair price for my tooth”.

“Uhmmm… And what would that fair price be, then…?”

“200 euro at least!” ()*

“Eh… And why would your tooth be worth that much, young lady? O.o”

“Oh, I am sure that the mouse sells all the teeth he collects, and gets a good chunk of money for them. I just want my share!”

“Well, we’ll see about that…”

A few days pass, my sister guesses the kid has forgotten all about it… Finally the tooth falls, Sofía puts it under her pillow, and goes to sleep. Later that night my sister puts some coin under the pillow and takes the tooth.

The next day…

Sofía wakes up, and my sister sees her coming down the corridor from her bedroom, stomping her way towards her, hitting the palm of one hand with the other fist, and shouting:

“WHERE IS THAT MOUSE?! I’LL KILL HIM!!”

And then Sofía unleashed a litany of complaints on my sister: “This is a rip-off! This is not fair! This mouse is a THIEF!”, and so on and so forth.

It took my sister quite a while to calm Sofía down… But there is an epilogue: Some time later my sister (who volunteers for an animal shelter) took home 3 kittens (siblings, all three of them; long story). When the cats were taken home, Sofía said:

“GOOD! I hope they give the mouse what he deserves!!”

Now, there are ominous rumours that Sofía wants to keep watch during Christmas night, so she can kidnap Father Christmas and keep him prisoner as her personal slave.

My sister is getting quite a few gray hairs XD

Let’s share some stories from our kids or the kids we know! I am sure there must be tons of these :slight_smile:

()* We suspect that the kid got the idea from seeing a dentist’s bill that was on a desk somewhere in the house… So she got the idea that “any tooth-related monetary compensation must be in that particular ballpark”.

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True story here. This was one of the cutest/sweetest things I ever saw a child do.

I heard a knock on the door, I looked out and there was a little girl about 6 or 7, I noticed she was carrying a box.

I opened the door and said, Hi. I noticed the box had leaves in it. She asked me “Do you want to buy any leaves”?

I kindly told her no one would probably want to buy some leaves, and gave her a $1.00 anyway and told her to run back home now. That warmed my heart for many months, such sweet innocence.

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I have this habit of saying “excuse me” after I yawn. A couple weekends ago my 6 y.o. granddaughter was visiting. At some point I yawned, followed by “excuse me.” Granddaughter pipes up “Grandpa, you don’t have to say excuse me when you yawn. Only when you burp or fart!”

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I happen to have a great one that my wife just told me. She was about to take our three year old to visit his great-grandparents, and as she was trying to catch him to put on his shoes (he likes to run away when you try to put on his clothes), he began yelling “serpentine, serpentine” and weaving from right to left in an attempt to evade her.

He got it from Pixar movie Cars, which he hasn’t seen for months. I guess he’s been waiting for an opportunity to pull that one out.

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When one of the girls who lives across the street from me was about six, she decided she was my teacher. Every time she saw me she would give me a test, which would consist of a single question. I was always wrong no matter what answer I gave (I told her parents she was preparing for married life). For example, she would ask me the color of the shirt I was wearing. If I said, “blue,” she would get an exasperated look on her face and say, “No! It’s dark blue!” She would then tell me I was at the bottom of the class and scold me for not doing my homework.

One day she called me over for a test and asked me, “what’s one plus one?” I figured if I was going to be wrong, I should be spectacularly wrong, so I answered, “two hundred and thirty seven.” After a brief pause, she said, “This time it’s two.”

This girl has a sister who’s a couple of years younger, and is funny in her own way. She overheard some other neighbors talking about the island in their kitchen. She wanted to know about this “island.” When they explained what their kitchen island was, she said, “That’s not an island! It doesn’t have any palm trees!”

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Innocent, my foot. She just got you to pay a buck for a box of leaves.