Uttered by my three year old last night:
“Nothing is a choice. And nothing is not a choice.”
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-FrL-
I would have held up a spoon and told him, “There is no spoon.”
Soon as he bought that, I’d pop him in the head with it… I’m gonna be a bad dad. 
Now you need to download images of some random beads and of the beads from this picture of the last Dolly Llama and see if he can identify which ones used to be his.
That’s pretty cool. What prompted it?
Well there’s a reason I took it out of context. 
He wasn’t going to be able to go to sleep in his bed last night for reasons we don’t need to go into. So we asked him “Do you want to go to sleep on the couch or in Mommy and Daddy’s bed?” His answer: “I want to go to sleep on nothing.” Cheeky monkey. I said in response “Nothing is not a choice,” not expecting him really to understand what that meant. And he didn’t. But in the interest of arguing his point at whatever cost, he came back with “Nothing is a choice.” Then paused, and added, “And nothing is not a choice.” I think to ameliorate the confrontational nature of what he had just said.
-FrL-
I usually don’t correct spelling errors but “dolly Llama” and “Dalai Lama” is just *wrong * on sooooo many levels.
As my four-year-old says, “Life is life.” Why are preschoolers so much more enlightened than the rest of us?
Their rice bowls remain unbroken.
Not always. My father ran over my favourite toy car with his real one.
“Don’t make me reincarnate you. Go to bed.”
…And then there was the kid who ordered the hot dog : “Make me one with everything.”
Gee, maybe I’m psychic…somehow, I knew what the context was as I read the OP.
As my friend says, “cagey veteran tricks”.
Don’t forget the second part. He gives the vendor a $5 bill, who promptly puts it in his pocket. “What about my change?” asks the lad. The vendor answers, “Change comes from within.”
Over the winter I had walked to the skating rink at a nearby park to watch a friend and her child skate. I was sitting on the bench and watching all the kids having fun. There was a particular pair, a brother and sister, she was about 10 maybe, he a little younger. I was paying close attention to them as she was trying to teach him how to skate backwards, a skill I never mastered.
As they went by where I was sitting I heard her say to him;
“You have to keep your mind open, wide open!”
Wow. It blew me away.
That wouldn’t be a Buddhist thing, but one of those Greek fellows; Oedipus or how ever you spell it.
Can I kill a thread, or what?
I am Threadkiller!
“What sound does a melting watch make?”
The sound of time slipping away.