Little Kids and Their Active Imaginations

Miscellaneous and Personal Stuff I Must Share
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Yesterday, when I came home from work, my three-year-old daughter grabbed me by the hand and pulled me over to the kitchen table. On the table was a small plastic triangle-shaped basket, filled with water. It’s actually a microwave basket that you use to cook veggies in, but we fill it with hot water & use it to heat our 6-month-old son’s bottles. Anyway, you know those strings that you put on eyeglasses, so they’ll hang around your neck? She had put one end of one of those into this basket. “Mommy, I fishing!” she said. She pulls the string out of the basket, and says “Look, a whale!”

She did this a few times. She caught a shark, a red fish, a trout, and some baby food for her brother.

Cuted me right out of existence, she did.

Anyone else got stories like this to share? I’d love to hear them!

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I mentioned this one before, but it’s worth it.

My son loved dinosaurs when he was little…say 4 yo or so. He could recite their names: Triceratops, stegosaurus, T-rex. Once, while watching Fantasia, he saw one he didn’t recognize. He asked what it was. I said, “That’s an archaeopteryx. Can you say ar-kee-op-ter-icks?” He thought for a second and advised me, “I’ll say that when my mouth gets bigger.”

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Thanks for the chuckles,you guys! Yes, I do have one to relate, about my daughter, who was almost 4 at the time. She still had the occasional ‘accident’ and was always very embarrassed about it.

One morning, about 7am,she comes out of her bedroom, grinning, and told me all about her night. She started by telling me about this little, itty bitty cloud that somehow got into her room through the window,but she wasn’t sure how. “It floated all around the room, way up high so I couldn’t catch it. It was a very quiet cloud, kinda white, without any lightning or thunder either. But, all of a sudden, Mommy, it just stopped. Right over my bed. I don’t know why, it just did. And then, you know what that little cloud did, Mommy? It, it rained. On my bed. Just in this one spot, right here<she’s got me by the hand, showing me>. It got me all wet too, cuz I couldn’t get out the way fas 'nuff. Then, Mommy, and then it just LEFT! I guess it got out the window agin, but I didn’t see it, Mommy. Honest.So, that’s why the bed’s all wet here.”

She said all of this with a perfectly straight face, too! Very earnest, and expected me to buy this. I held it together <barely!>, helped her change her sheets, and as soon as she went outside to play, I called Grandma and passed this story along, though I was laughing so hard, it took me a while!

You sing in my consciousness like a counterpoint to my life.
L.L.

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This happened one day when my kid sister was about three. I was laying in my top bunk reading. Mom was lying with my sister in the bottom bunk playing the “Name Game” with her.

“What’s your mommy’s name?”
“Mommy’s name is Vicki.” she replied.
“What’s your Daddy’s name?”
“Daddy’s name is Michael.”
“What’s your sister’s name?”

There was an audible gasp. “I don’t know!” She got out of the bottom bunk, stood there and looked up at me and said, “Lori, what’s your name?” :slight_smile:

“Hokey religions and ancient weapons are no substitute for a good blaster at your side.” — Han Solo

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My oldest, 3 and a half now, makes us laugh on a daily basis but the two things that will always stick in my mind are here versions of the words “regular” and “vanilla”.

Q: Would you like regular toast or with cinnamon?
A: Regulary please, papa.

Q: What flavour ice cream would you like sweetie?
A: I’d like Malliva please!

I’ve got those two recorded in her own voice so that we can play them back for ourselves when she is all grown up. And on our shopping list you will always find Malliva flavoured ice cream.

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Must be something about 3-year-olds.

“Hold me up so I can push the little arm.”

“Hold you up so you can what?”

“Push the little arm.”

“Hold you up so you can push what, sweetie?”

“The little arm - the booger arm.”

(She wanted to disable the burglar alarm so we could open the door.)

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But this one was better: I walked into the den - and all over the floor - spoons, pencils, popcycle sticks, etc.; and each was wrapped in a napkin, or a washcloth, a paper towel, etc. I stopped in my tracks. "What - "

“SHH - the child’en are sleeping.”

“…oh … well, when they wake up from their naps, put them and their blankets back where they came from, please.”

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Less a case of active imagination than of innocent observation.

Dad and 2 year old Ryan sitting in car, waiting outside of a building. It is a lazy Sunday afternoon and absolutely no one is around…

Ryan: “Look Dad, a little boy.”
Dad: “Where?”
Ryan: “There.” (pointing from carseat)
Dad: “Where?”
Ryan: “There.” (still pointing)
Dad: Okay…well…then…what is he doing?"
Ryan: Sitting on a ball."
Dad: “Where?”
Ryan: (now ignoring me)

I noticed when leaving that we were sitting next to a space reserved for handicapped parking, with a GREAT BIG SIGN saying so. Oh man.

He must think I’m an idiot.

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Overheard at the counter of my video store:

5-year-old boy tells his 16-year-old brother, “This boy in my class says he is related to the teletubbies.”

Who but a 5-year-old would think it was cool to be related to the 'tubbies? This was the sweetest thing I had heard in a long time.

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I’m driving 3 year old niece Caitlin around. She’s pointing out various landmarks to me. We pass my old high school.

Caitlin: That’s where you went to school!
Me: That’s correct, Cait.
Caitlin: I know where everything is!
Me: I know. You’re a very good navigator!

Caitlin, having misheard me, pauses for several seconds, then states defensively:

“I’m not an alligator!”

“My hovercraft is full of eels.”

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:smiley: Cute, cute stories!

When my youngest son, Billy was four, he came running into the house telling me that a man with green hair had just crawled underneath my car out in the garage. I ran out there, not knowing WHAT (or who) I would see. I had left the garage door up, which I don’t usually do, but there wasn’t anyone that I could see under/over/or next to my car.

I turned back to Billy and asked how tall was the ‘man’ and Billy puts his hand about where his knees were, I’m thinking, ‘was the guy a midget with green hair?’

It turned out to be a lizard. So it wasn’t just the ‘guy’s hair’ that was green!

“Um, according to who? Nothing more than a high brow troll, though occasionally the bi polar personality swung in a constructive direction on innocuous topics.” Omniscient

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My favorite little guy, the four year old nephew. I love to yank his chain.

“Hey Hunter, what is the sound of one hand clapping?”

He looks at me, looks at one hand, looks at the other, scrunches up his brow…walks over to the coffee table and repeatedly slaps it with one hand!

Imbibo, ergo sum.

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I picked up my kids from daycare one day. They were about 4 yrs old. The lesson for the day was about calling 911 in an emergency and how the police were your friends.
So, the 3 of us are walking down the street and I, quietly and accidentally, pass gas. My daughter starts to yell.
“POLICE!! MOMMY FARTED. POLICE!!”
When they were two years old, they both liked to blow out my matches. Whenever I lit a cigarette in the street I had to watch for the cops because my kids would immediately start jumping up and down. “I want blow, Mommy. Give me blow.” They would scream.

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Giving my 4 yr-old son a bath the other day, we were singing, “C stands for Cookie.
That’s good enough for me” from Sesame Street. I changed the words to “T stands for Thomas. That’s good enough for me”, and, “M stands for Mommy,” etc…

We were taking turns coming up with new verses when my son did a new verse by himself. He stood up, grabbed his “little friend”, and in his real tough guy voice sang:
**
“P stands for Penis.
That’s good enough for me.
P stands for Penis.
That’s good enough for me.
OOhh Penis Penis Penis starts with P!” **

-Katy

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(I hate when I drop a slash. Okay, I’ll try to make that easier to read)

Giving my 4 yr-old son a bath the other day, we were singing, “C stands for Cookie.
That’s good enough for me” from Sesame Street. I changed the words to “T stands for Thomas. That’s good enough for me”, and, “M stands for Mommy,” etc…

We were taking turns coming up with new verses when my son did a new verse by himself. He stood up, grabbed his “little friend”, and in his real tough guy voice sang:
**
“P stands for Penis.
That’s good enough for me.
P stands for Penis.
That’s good enough for me.
OOhh Penis Penis Penis starts with P!” **

-Katy

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Great, now the computer lab is looking at me funny.

And I’ll have that stuck in my head the rest of the day. . .
– Sylence

“Excuse me, are you reading Torah and eating crayons?”

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This was age 5, looking out the window on the way to kindergarten. “What are those strings for, Mommy?” “What strings, honey?” “The strings between those, those, those bird-standers.”

She meant the power lines.

But we still call the poles “bird-standers,” especially when they have birds lined up on them.

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I can’t remember the specific stories, but up until age 3 or 4 my son had an imaginary friend, “the flashlight guy”. We had daily reports of his super deeds.His age varied from boy to man. When we moved here from Ohio, the flashlight guy came along. He lives in an invisible house on top of our house.

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Did you have to set a place for him at the table? My daughter had a dinosaur that lived under her crib, and ate the occasional cookie.

Here’s another funny: My husband picked the kid up from afterschool care one day when she was about 6, and you know how, at the end of the work day, you can barely concentrate long enough to find your way home, and your little child is skipping from one subject to another, and you’re about 4 sentences back, and she ends with a question? He got this: “Daddy? Have you and Mommy ever sexed?” To his credit, he didn’t drive off the road. In fact, they had a nice little conversation until she asked, well, how DO you sex? at which point he referred her to me. : )

I have to say, she’ll be 13 years old on Friday, and it only gets better. The humor is deliberate now, mostly.

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Okaytym, you owe me a new monitor. The “P is for Penis” story made me spit my Coke. I will not be able to watch any Sesame Street videos with my child for a while.

When I got home from work today, my daughter was laying on the floor, with her arms and legs spread out. She just said “Hi Mommy!” No explanation as to why she was laying there. I said hi, and asked my husband what she was doing. He said “Oh, she’s being an X. She’s been an X all day. Except for a little while when she was a T. She tried to be a J, but she couldn’t quite bend herself right.”

Well, at least she’s learning her letters!

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