My friend’s lad is 7 1/2 and has Aspergers Syndrome. He’s also very very bright. Last year he was wondering whether rain can fall in space and concluded that no, it can’t, “because there’s no gravity.”
Here’s a recent exchange with his mum
Female friend has very curly hair but her children don’t. She heard her daughter explain to little brother that this is because Mom has so many thoughts, ideas & stories in her head that her brain is always generating energy but she has np time to write them down because she is always keeping house & taking care of them. Therefore, that unused brain energy causes Mom’s hair to curl.
This could be the basis for a rather cute children’s story; perhaps one where mom tells the kids a bedtime story and her hair gradually straightens?
I don’t know - someone more creative than me would have to actually come up with a plot, but it’s such a wonderful idea!
We were driving in the car and talking about word roots, when my kids were about 6 and 9. We were discussing the root hydr- like dehydrate, re-hydrate, fire hydrant etc.
My daughter thought for a moment, said “you know what you are when you’re really thirsty and you’re about to take a drink? Pre-hydrated!”
I thought that was pretty clever.
When my daughter got old enough to count well (about four), we got to the inevitable question of what came after the biggest number ever (which for her was about 200). We showed her the pattern of numbers and how if you know the pattern, you can keep going forever. And we call that going forever “infinity”.
She thought about it for a second and said, “So if I count backwards, is there infinity there, too?”
My gob was fairly smacked.
Poor driving is the rule where we live. Driving along, we see a truck approaching from a side road and … slowing to stop at his stop sign rather than entering the main road and forcing me to brake. I say, sarcastically, “Must be a foreigner driving that truck.”
My son, who’d just turned four, responds with “Or perhaps he just ran out of gas.”
The other day the small child of a friend asked me if the blue part of the sky was sticky. I guess I should have asked why he thought that might be so but it caught me so off guard all I could say was “No, its not.” No flash of genius or insightfulness but it sure made me wonder what goes on in the head of a kid.
Well. something has to be holding up those clouds!
My three-year-old niece informed me today that she has bones. She said I have bones too but mine are bigger than hers, and her baby sister has bones too but hers are tiny.
I just smiled and said “you are correct!” Where she came up with that, I have no idea. 
Once upon a time, my beloved nephew, about seven years old, settled a mock argument about changing his underwear by declaring “You’re not the boss of my shorts!”
Today he’s a big bear of a guy, balding, greying beard, but I’ll never forget that I was never the boss of his shorts, and apparently never will be.
When she was 6 my daughter told me that the guy that snuck up behind Lincoln and shot him in the head should have used his words instead.
At 7 she told me “each baby needs their own pocket or they might become conjoined twins”
And you get rain when the glue gets old and stops working. Makes perfect sense!
That might be the best thing I’ve heard all day.
A friend’s son, aged 5 or so, was told to hang onto his balloon’s string so it wouldn’t float away. “Why don’t we just cut off the string? Balloons without strings never float away.”
Kid’s got a point…