The little boys with the mouths

Still laughing! :grinning_face_with_smiling_eyes:

Y’all know the youngest grandwrex are twin boys.

I see them first most mornings. My son brings his kids here nearly, everyday.

I hear all the kid gossip and tattletales. You’d not believe what I know because of my little spies.

Today, they wanted to know was I going to Taco bell for lunch after dialysis.

Next would be “Nana, bring us tacos home”

But I forestalled it by asking a question really quick;

I asked “what are you gonna have for lunch?”

I got, in unison no less: “vaghetti!”

Umm.

Me and my daughter just looked at each other.

Ivy said, “don’t question it, just move on”.

I’ve heard pasghetti, spreeghetti, plusghetti …but vaghetti is a new one!

The boys left the room.

We laughed and laughed :grinning_face_with_smiling_eyes: .

I’m thinking I’m gonna have to talk to their Mom about this.

The mouths of babes.

Have they lost their front teeth?

Don’t let their spaghetti faces kiss you!

I’ve been visiting family and I was having a conversation with my grandniece about playing on swings. And she spontaneously threw the phrase “kinetic energy” into the conversation.

This was not something I expected an eight year old to say.

Smart girl.

You should have asked her to explain the exchange of kinetic versus potential energy as the swing goes up and down to see if she actually understood the concept.. If an 8-year-old can do that, you might have a future physicist on your hands, and if not, you might have a master bullshitter there! :grin:

When my granddaughter was 5, she very patiently explained to me the difference between magma and lava. I loved her Montessori pre-school.

I have dozens from when I was an Evangelical Christian and volunteered in Children’s Ministry.

There was the time I led the Vacation Bible School class to the bathrooms, two of the (3rd-4th grade girls came out) and one said, “it didn’t smell good in there.” And the other said, “What do you expect, it’s the bathroom, it’s supposed to smell like poop!”

Or the time the (3rd-4th grade) boys were getting ready for Campfire, and Matthew, adopted at birth from Korea (this is important), was spraying down his buddies with an industrial-size bottle of bug repellant. I said, “Thanks for helping out your friends with bug spray, Matthew. I’ll bet you’re going to be an exterminator when you grow up!” He sighed and said, “I’ll probably just open up a laundry.”

And then my all-time favorite: A 3rd-4th grade girl says to me, “You know how every month women get a headache?” And, lacking any better response, I said, “…OK?” She said, “That’s already happened to me.” And her friend behind her yelled “That doesn’t happen until you’re like 30!”

When one of my nephews was about three or so, he was taken in for an eye test. The doctor, figuring that he didn’t know his letters yet, used a chart with animal pictures. Asked to identify one that was supposed to be a deer, my nephew came out with “ibex”.

The startled doctor took a harder look at the picture and said “I think he’s right . . . “

They’ll pick up the vocabulary they hear, and sooner than a lot of people think.

Pronunciation, of course, may be another matter.

I retired from a public Montessori school last year. I have a very vivid memory of a 5 year old telling me 2+2 is 4, 3+ 3 is 6, and so on through 9+9 being 18. He then said, “some people don’t know that 9+9 is 18; I think that’s unfortunate.”

My youngest used to insert an ‘n’ after any word starting with ‘s’. So we ate snausages and snoup and he knew that their dad was a Sneebee.

We’ve had numerous funny things the kids have said.

Someone is always got a thing to say, with varying results as to comic-ness.

It was their confident mispronunciation. In unison. Kinda sing-songy.

Just hilarious. :rofl:

One of the teams got “lemonaded” from the World Cup competition.

Assuming this is the cute kid anecdotes thread…

We recently moved from a ranch-style manufactured home to a three-level townhouse condo (it’s lovely.)
It has the added feature, to my son’s delight, of allowing him to be far away from us so that we are oblivious.

Last night after we put the kid to bed we snuggled on the couch in our basement den and talked about how great it was for Wee Weasel to have more freedom.

Then, as we went upstairs to bed two hours later, we heard a tub draining.

Going up to my son’s room, we found the bathroom door open, my son’s books scattered all over the bathroom floor, one naked kid standing in the bathtub, and water everywhere.

“I took a bath!” He declared. So proud.

Oh man, he must have ruined half of his books, but I could not stop laughing.

As Dad and I are trying to triage and rescue books:

“Son, you can’t get books wet.”
“I can’t?”
“No, it ruins them.”
“I did not know that.”
“Clearly.”

Then I made the mistake of somehow referencing Fahrenheit 451, and then I got a text from Dad today saying, “You need to talk to the kid. He wants to put the books in the dryer to fix them because he’s convinced they won’t burn as long as it’s less than 451 degrees F.”

So I had to explain about the novel. Naturally this conversation devolved into a discussion of fascism and book-burning. Fortunately he has declared himself against the burning of books. To whit, he will not put them in the dryer. And he is no longer allowed to get anything wet without first asking permission.

Freedom!

Sounds refreshing on a hot summer day!

That is a cute anecdote, Spice.

My eldest son was always a problem around water if you weren’t watching

He got in lots of hot water about it all. (pun, of course).. Always getting wet.

One time I fill the dishwasher and start the cycle. It is rinsing. I hear an odd water sound. Uh oh.

Floor is wet in front of it.

Turn off the washer. Run to the breaker box. Stood their trying to mentally determine whether I was dry enough to touch electrical things.

I shot the moon and lived.

Son-of-a-wrek is about 6y.o., I ask him, in a rather accusatory manner "what did you do ?

He says “I fixed that water problem you had. You said the dishes were coming out still wet. I only cut it half way in to, 'cause you need some wet. You’re welcome!”…

Unbelievable kid.