# Warning: Cute Kid Anecdotes Ahead! **URL:** \ **Category:** Miscellaneous and Personal Stuff I Must Share\ **Created:** [August 16, 2013, 7:35am UTC](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/warning-cute-kid-anecdotes-ahead/666393 "2013-08-16T07:35:40Z")\ **Posts on this page:** 15\ **Page:** 1
**Author:** ![Lacunae\_Matata](https://avatars.discourse-cdn.com/v4/letter/l/8491ac/32.png) [@Lacunae\_Matata](https://boards.straightdope.com/u/Lacunae_Matata)\ **Post date:** [August 16, 2013, 7:35am UTC](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/warning-cute-kid-anecdotes-ahead/666393/1 "2013-08-16T07:35:40Z")
Granted, I think all of my kids are brilliant and funny and good-looking (take after their mom, you know,) but I’m still giggling about Lily’s latest: Lily is 3. She’s about as 3 as three can be, and frequently a giant pain in the neck, and has no fear, nor any qualms about telling fibs or screaming like a banshee or blaming her 18-month-old sister for getting the bag of flour down and pouring it all over the living room. She also has an amazing vocabulary, is very “numerate” (is that a word?) an a great imagination. Charming, no? Last night, I served pasta for dinner. Lily was fascinated with everyone’s methods for twirling the noodles up on their forks. Being an observant and somewhat evil little child, she also noticed a resemblance between those twirly noodles, and Mommy’s twirly, curly hair. Next thing I know, the fork is inching toward my tresses. I tell Lily that no, she’s not allowed to twirl her fork in my hair. Her reply? “Trust me. I’m a doctor.” :D:cool::D:cool::D:cool: ---
**Author:** ![the\_diego](https://avatars.discourse-cdn.com/v4/letter/t/7bcc69/32.png) [@the\_diego](https://boards.straightdope.com/u/the_diego)\ **Post date:** [August 16, 2013, 9:37am UTC](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/warning-cute-kid-anecdotes-ahead/666393/2 "2013-08-16T09:37:20Z")
Three years old? Tell her it’s time for her regular monthly vaccination. ---
**Author:** ![pullin](https://avatars.discourse-cdn.com/v4/letter/p/c57346/32.png) [@pullin](https://boards.straightdope.com/u/pullin)\ **Post date:** [August 16, 2013, 9:53am UTC](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/warning-cute-kid-anecdotes-ahead/666393/3 "2013-08-16T09:53:06Z")
Great story, LM! Can I play? When my son was 10, he discovered our old record collection in a cabinet. He was fascinated by the albums and their cover art, and I was explaining to him these large disks were the primary recording medium of my era. Holding an LP in his hand, his only comment was: “Wow, the slot in your dashboard must’ve been huge!” ---
**Author:** ![MLS](https://avatars.discourse-cdn.com/v4/letter/m/919ad9/32.png) [@MLS](https://boards.straightdope.com/u/MLS)\ **Post date:** [August 16, 2013, 5:40pm UTC](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/warning-cute-kid-anecdotes-ahead/666393/4 "2013-08-16T17:40:31Z")
The other day my 3 YO granddaughter saw a commercial for [Edible Arrangements](http://www.ediblearrangements.com/) on TV. This is a product that is made of fruit and chocolate that looks sort of like a bouquet of flowers. She could barely speak for excitement when she told me about it. “I’ve never seen anything like that _in my whole life_! It was wonderful!” ---
**Author:** ![Sarabellum](https://sea3.discourse-cdn.com/straightdope/user_avatar/boards.straightdope.com/sarabellum/32/3492_2.png) [@Sarabellum](https://boards.straightdope.com/u/Sarabellum)\ **Post date:** [August 16, 2013, 6:17pm UTC](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/warning-cute-kid-anecdotes-ahead/666393/5 "2013-08-16T18:17:01Z")
My daughter: “Mama, how far can a bunny hop?” (Oh, I don’t know, a few feet I guess.) “What about if it were launched out of a cannon?” (…) ---
**Author:** ![Haunted\_Pasta](https://avatars.discourse-cdn.com/v4/letter/h/94ad74/32.png) [@Haunted\_Pasta](https://boards.straightdope.com/u/Haunted_Pasta)\ **Post date:** [August 16, 2013, 6:17pm UTC](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/warning-cute-kid-anecdotes-ahead/666393/6 "2013-08-16T18:17:30Z")
From my older son’s 3-year-old days a couple of years ago: We dropped his younger brother off at his (younger brother’s) day care. As I was buckling him back into his car seat, I pointed out the Chevy Silverado parking next to us. I said “Look! It’s a pickup truck!” He said “No, it’s a drop-off truck.” Same setting, a few weeks later. He turned his head sideways and I noticed some brown crud in his ear. I said “Hey, you have wax in your ear.” He said “No, it’s only one whack.” ---
**Author:** ![Shodan](https://avatars.discourse-cdn.com/v4/letter/s/9f8e36/32.png) [@Shodan](https://boards.straightdope.com/u/Shodan)\ **Post date:** [August 16, 2013, 6:44pm UTC](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/warning-cute-kid-anecdotes-ahead/666393/7 "2013-08-16T18:44:08Z")
> [@Sarabellum1976](#): > > My daughter: > > “Mama, how far can a bunny hop?” > (Oh, I don’t know, a few feet I guess.) > “What about if it were launched out of a cannon?” > (…) You are going to get this thread moved to GQ. Regards, Shodan ---
**Author:** ![Lacunae\_Matata](https://avatars.discourse-cdn.com/v4/letter/l/8491ac/32.png) [@Lacunae\_Matata](https://boards.straightdope.com/u/Lacunae_Matata)\ **Post date:** [August 16, 2013, 8:15pm UTC](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/warning-cute-kid-anecdotes-ahead/666393/8 "2013-08-16T20:15:03Z")
> [@pullin](#): > > Great story, LM! > > Can I play? > > When my son was 10, he discovered our old record collection in a cabinet. He was fascinated by the albums and their cover art, and I was explaining to him these large disks were the primary recording medium of my era. > > Holding an LP in his hand, his only comment was: “Wow, the slot in your dashboard must’ve been huge!” Reminds me of the time my then-3-year-old niece found my old 45s, and asked what kind of CDs they were. If I felt old then, imagine how I feel now that she’s 22 and married! ---
**Author:** ![Grrr](https://sea3.discourse-cdn.com/straightdope/user_avatar/boards.straightdope.com/grrr/32/146_2.png) [@Grrr](https://boards.straightdope.com/u/Grrr)\ **Post date:** [August 16, 2013, 8:42pm UTC](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/warning-cute-kid-anecdotes-ahead/666393/9 "2013-08-16T20:42:37Z")
I remember when my oldest son was just learning to play video games. He was playing one of those games that had a “life Bar”. He got himself stuck somehow in the video game and his life was steadily draining to zero. at this point he yelled: “Ah man!! I’m wasting my life!” To the innocent onlooker, it sounded like a 4yo boy was having a moment of existentialism, angry at the fact that he’s wasting life life playing video games. ---
**Author:** ![NotMyselfOfLate](https://avatars.discourse-cdn.com/v4/letter/n/df705f/32.png) [@NotMyselfOfLate](https://boards.straightdope.com/u/NotMyselfOfLate)\ **Post date:** [August 16, 2013, 11:11pm UTC](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/warning-cute-kid-anecdotes-ahead/666393/10 "2013-08-16T23:11:39Z")
**My husband was a sort of driveway mechanic, doing who-knows-what to the only car we owned, way back then. Our son was allowed to ride his trike in the living/dining area, as he was skilful at maneuvering it around furniture. More than once, he turned it upside down and worked the pedals with his hands, muttering, “sons a bits, sons a bits!” – a fair representation of his dad, in the driveway** ---
**Author:** ![Ranger\_Jeff](https://sea3.discourse-cdn.com/straightdope/user_avatar/boards.straightdope.com/ranger_jeff/32/2065_2.png) [@Ranger\_Jeff](https://boards.straightdope.com/u/Ranger_Jeff)\ **Post date:** [August 17, 2013, 1:57am UTC](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/warning-cute-kid-anecdotes-ahead/666393/11 "2013-08-17T01:57:16Z")
I was helping a friend panel his basement when his 2½ year old son came down. His eyes were welling with tears and his bottom lip was sticking out a mile. I asked him what was the matter and, in a voice filled with righteous indignation, he told me that his older sister had hit him back! I patted him on the back and pointed him to where his father was working. ---
**Author:** ![evasgram](https://avatars.discourse-cdn.com/v4/letter/e/ec9cab/32.png) [@evasgram](https://boards.straightdope.com/u/evasgram)\ **Post date:** [August 17, 2013, 2:59am UTC](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/warning-cute-kid-anecdotes-ahead/666393/12 "2013-08-17T02:59:05Z")
I am a fairly young grandma (46). My 3 year old granddaughter brought me an Ensure-like drink the other day and asked me if she could have it. I told her, “no, Honey, that’s for REALLY OLD people”. Her reply…“oh, here Gramma, you better have it then!”. ---
**Author:** ![Lacunae\_Matata](https://avatars.discourse-cdn.com/v4/letter/l/8491ac/32.png) [@Lacunae\_Matata](https://boards.straightdope.com/u/Lacunae_Matata)\ **Post date:** [August 17, 2013, 3:33am UTC](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/warning-cute-kid-anecdotes-ahead/666393/13 "2013-08-17T03:33:50Z")
These are priceless! **evasgram** , your story reminds me of when Boy 1.0 was at that stage of telling everyone his age. We had gone to a family gathering, and he greeted his grand-aunt with “Hi.I’m William, and I’m 3 years old!” Her reply: “I’m Aunt Irma, and I’m 65 years old.” Him, eyes as big as saucers: “Wooooow!” Same gathering, Girl 1.0 was about two, with all that entails. I took her to see my grandma, who was a darling to us grandkids, and to children in general, but was known for her Irish/redhead temper and her stubbornness. When I asked Erin to say hello, she folded her arms, turned her back, and plopped down with a resounding “no!” Grandma saved the moment with the statement “I couldn’t tell you her name, but I know that one’s mine.” Same girl, around the same time. We were playing the “What sound does [animal] make” game, and I thought I’d fool her by asking what a rabbit says. Her immediate answer: “Going and going and going and going.” 🙂 ---
**Author:** ![Ethilrist](https://sea3.discourse-cdn.com/straightdope/user_avatar/boards.straightdope.com/ethilrist/32/4604_2.png) [@Ethilrist](https://boards.straightdope.com/u/Ethilrist)\ **Post date:** [August 17, 2013, 4:09am UTC](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/warning-cute-kid-anecdotes-ahead/666393/14 "2013-08-17T04:09:25Z")
My daughter was 10. She had been playing in my D&D campaign for a year, and knew the basics of the races and classes and fantasy worlds and such. She’s working on a report for school one day… Daughter: What do you call those people who live in the forest and take care of trees? Me: Druids. Daughter: (audible :rolleyes: ) In the _real_ world? Me: Oh. Sorry. um… Rangers. Daughter: _FINE!_ I’ll go look it up myself! Exit daughter stage left. Me: no, really, park rangers, forest rangers… that’s why they call them that… ---
**Author:** ![Maastricht](https://avatars.discourse-cdn.com/v4/letter/m/a88e57/32.png) [@Maastricht](https://boards.straightdope.com/u/Maastricht)\ **Post date:** [August 17, 2013, 1:52pm UTC](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/warning-cute-kid-anecdotes-ahead/666393/15 "2013-08-17T13:52:07Z")
My five-year old, knowing that Grandpa would turn eighty and that eighty is _very_ old, and that old people may die, came up with a great idea. "After you turn eighty, you just stop counting! "