Yes. She comes up with stuff like that that makes us stop in our tracks. She can be really tuned in. If she can just hang on to that.
At the tender age of 4, my daughter really hit home with a profound statement. I was at work and my wife and daughter were home alone. My Wife was surfing Amazon for self help books that might help her with seasonal depression while my daughter with her back to the room was at her own PC.
Seemingly out of nowhere, and oblivious to my wifes search for self help literature, my daughter said “You know Mamma, life is about fun.”
I might have shared this already, so you get it again! reruns!
My 9 year old son was walking out of the kitchen with two bananas in his hand.
“Taking one for your friend?” I asked, regarding his pal who was in the basement playing a video game.
" Nope. One is for energy. The other is for constipation!"
That is sooooo brilliant!!!
My parents have a cassette tape with a recording of me at age 3:
sounds in the background–adults whispering to see what I’ll do. clunking of toys on the floor.
Me: “Tape-atorder!” (tape recorder)
clunking and muffled chuckles while I investigate
Me: “Bunnets!” (buttons)
Mom: “Yes, that’s daddy’s tape recorder; it’s not to play with.”
Me: “Daddy bunnets? …hee hee…” click
I found the stop button and ran away.
My uncle had gotten my aunt a VCR for Christmas, sometime back in the 80s when they were still the hot new thing. He’d secretly shown it to my cousin, who was about 5. She was sworn to secrecy.
A few days before Christmas, my aunt was joking with them, trying to guess what her present was.
“Is it round?” she asked my cousin.
“Nope.”
“Is it bigger than this?”
“Nope,” and so on with 20 questions style queries. Finally, she asks, “Is it brown?” and my cousin had had just about enough, so she replies in exasperation:
“Augh. Mommy! VCRs ain’t brown!”
Another from that cousin: She was about 6, and they were near the end of a long drive. They’d been on the road for couple hours, but were almost home.
“Daddy, I gotta pee.”
“Ok, we’re almost home, can you hold it?”
“Ok.”
A few minutes later: “Daddy, I gotta pee.”
“We’ll be home in 10 minutes, I promise. There’s nowhere to stop here. Can you wait?”
“Ok.”
A few minutes later: “Daddy, I gotta pee.”
“I know, honey. Is it an emergency? We’re really almost home. Look out the window; you see where we are?”
“Ok, but I gotta pee!”
“Ok, I’m hurrying. Just hold it a few more minutes.”
About 30 seconds later: “Daddy, I gotta pee!”
“We’ve established that! We’re almost home! We’re about a minute away.”
“Well, I GOTTA PEE NOW! Have you stastablished that?!”
Nah… they’re just weird.
(of course, I don’t have any kids myself, so there ya go! Though my wife did comment this morning that her period was WAY overdue… :eek: )
Back when Ivyboy was about 6ish, my MIL had a heart attack. We made arrangements to drive down to FL from SC to see her, and had thought we had kept the real reason from the kidlets.
We stop for dinner on the drive, and Ivyboy says, “Something’s wrong with Grandma’s heart.”
Ivylad and I looked at each other, shocked. Either we weren’t as careful as we thought or this kid had picked up on something.
Ivyboy nods, digs into his French fries, and says, “But she’ll be okay.”
And, she was and is. So go figure.
My first child was born by C section due to his footling breech position. They had a difficult time pulling him out head first through the incision. I remember feeling the tugging, the way you feel pressure and tugging in the dentist’s chair.
When I told him, at age three, that I would be having another baby soon, he asked typical questions, like when, and will it be a boy baby or a girl baby. When he was done asking questions, he said “Well, don’t let them pull on his neck when he’s born. That really hurts.”
Second baby was VBAC at home.
Before kids, we were at Niagara Falls and had checked into our hotel.
Waiting for the elevator on our floor so that we could begin sightseeing, we waited with a dad, his about three or four year old son and the empty bell boy luggage cart thing that the kid was having fun playing on during the wait.
Only he was holding something in his hand that was making it a challenge for him to grip the bar to help him swing properly.
In a BOOMING voice that kids are so adept at, he said to his father, " Daddy, would you hold my monkey?"
You have never seen a bunch of adults try not to laugh.
When my niece was two or three, out of the blue, complete with sinister cackle, she comes out with:
“I’m not the real Katie!”
One day when our then three-year-old grandson was visiting, he was stomping around the dining room proclaiming, “I’m a giant…I’m a giant!” Suddenly he stopped, glared at us (his Grandma, Grandpa, mom, & dad) and informed us in an outraged voice, “and I am NOT a cutie boy!” Where that came from we had no idea.
I told my sister about it. She told me that she’d found a rock in her refrigerator. Did her grandson know anything about it? Yep, he’d put it there. Why? He explained, “I wanted a cold rock.” Kids.
Love, Phil
Several times now, either my 6 or 8 year old has politely approached a stranger who is smoking a cigarette and said, “Excuse me?” Adult looks down and says, “Yes?” Kid looks at them seriously and says “Smoking makes you die.”
:eek: 
One teenager said “Thanks, kid,” and put his out!
Not my kid, but I was waiting for the bus last week and overheard two girls talking. One was about 17, the other 8-9. The younger one was enthusiastically explaining the effect of the Industrial Revolution on the European money supply, with the older girl responding with occasional clarifications.
My brother was in Little League for a while, and I think he was maybe eight or so at this point. My parents and I were sitting above the dugout while he was warming up to bat. My mother called out to him and asked if he wanted some water or Gatorade.
“Nah, Mom!” he yelled back, his voice clearly echoing through the bleachers. “I want some whiskey!”
The Nephew (2.5yo) recently decided that he’s not going to do any more growing up. Last weekend we celebrated his Dad’s birthday and we got to see some pics of The Upcoming Niece. Another visitor (you know those old ladies who made you wish you were allowed to be terribly impolite to old ladies? one of those) told The Nephew “so you’re going to be a big brother!” Answer: “no, I’m already a big brother, sister is just in Mommy’s belly for a while. And anyway if she grows more than I have she’ll be my big sister then.” SiL said “no no, you will always be her big brother.” “But I’m not growing any more and she can grow more if she wants to!”
I left several minutes later; mother, visitor and son were still engaged in a contest of wills about growing up. Bro (kid’s Dad) had tried to point out that the kid’s going to grow up anyway and been sushed…