The Wisdom of Children

Yesterday I helped out at my daughter’s track and field day at school. I accompanied her group of seven kids around the field, and helped them with the various events (egg on spoon race, dash, baseball toss, etc.). When we got the the horseshoe event, some of the adults were joking around with the kids about the poor, shoeless horses who have to walk around barefoot while the kids play with their shoes. One kid named Nicholas piped up, “Oh don’t worry, these shoes are probably from horses that are already dead.”
Later, my daughter and her best friend were joking around and saying that they were sisters. I told them that they looked enough alike to be sisters, and maybe they were seperated at birth. To this, my daughter’s friend said matter-of-factly, “Or if your mom and my mom got married, then they’d be gay.” :confused:

So, what have you learned lately from kids?

Ocean Swift Movers are as big as your house and they look sort of like bat rays and sort of like octopuses, although which parts look like which varies from day to day.

This is from my 4-year-old son–and he ought to know, because he is one, at least at bath time.

The rest of the time he is Pterodactyl Man.

At dinnertime the other night, I asked my four-year-old son what he wanted to be when he grew up.

“A CAT!”

My wife was not amused. Me, I was giggling like a maniac… :wink:

My four-year-old soon-to-be-nephew informed me the other night, that I have great big boobies. :rolleyes: This became an exercise in keeping my face straight. He then asked me if boys have boobies too? My response to this was that yes, boys have breasts too, but boy breasts are made of mostly muscle, and girl breasts are made of a lot more fat. The next question, naturally, was how many sleeps in two weeks?

I love 4-yo logic. There is something reallt appealing to the non-sequiturs. :stuck_out_tongue:

Well, I learned tonight that I’m not a mommy, I’m just Angela.
I was trying to tell my neighbor’s 3 year old daughter that she shouldn’t push my 15 month daughter when she tried to sit on her chair, because she’s just a baby and she’s not trying to be mean by taking her chair. To that, I got:
“But you’re not a mommy, you’re Angela!”
“No, I’m Emma’s mommy.”
“No! You’re Angela, remember!”

haha. Kids. :slight_smile:

When my daughter was still learning to read, and struggling with things like silent letters etc, she would read all the billboards and signs along the road. It was this reading that dubbed the one hour photo place in our town “One Whore Photo.” :eek:

I was watching my 6 year old cousin recently. He was running around, screaming and laughing and just generally giving me a headache.

So I say to him, “Act your age!”

“But Cousin Ashtar, I’m only six!”

After pausing for a minute, what else could I say but, “You’re right. Carry on.” :smack:

I play “question/answer” with my two year old that includes stuff like his name, age, name of his dog/cat/bird etc. I asked him, “Whats Daddy’s car?” He says, “The Fiat!” I say yes, good job. (This is the car I got from my father almost 20 years ago now) I ask him, “Whats your car?”, expecting him to say racecar or Jeep or something else. He responds, “The Fiat!”

:smiley: Well, I guess I can’t argue with that!

:eek: that’s what I wanted to be when I grew up at that age! So far, no luck (Hell, I’m not even a furry).

The following are from an email I received a long time ago and kept. The title was “Christianity According to Kids”

Here is another one: Science According to Kids: