When the kid says something that really gets you

Miscellaneous and Personal Stuff I Must Share
1

Bricker Jr. is two years and nine months old. He’s got a great vocabulary and is fun-loving and inquisitive.

Often he’ll say something that I’m sure he’s never heard anyone else say, and I’ll be ammazed at what he’s “figured out.” But the other night, he really got me.

He was on his way to bed, clutching a box of finger paints. He wanted to do some fingerpainting, and I explained that now was not the right time for finger painting - it was bedtime, and he could finger-paint tomorrow.

He was upset, saying “Please, Daddy, but I WANT to finger-paint!”

“No,” I replied. “It’s time for bed.”

He continued to struggle with the box, which is difficult for a two-year-old’s hands to open… one reason I wasn’t taking the box away immediately is I was confident he couldn’t open it on his own regardless.

He must have reached the same conclusion, because he held the box out to me. “Open it?”

“No, son. I told you it’s time for bed.”

He tried again to open the box, tears beginning to well up in his eyes… and then he looked at me again and said, “Please, Daddy, open it. It’s so easy for you.”

I wish I could describe the pathos… he was so clearly saying how unfair it was, that I could easily open the box but wouldn’t even deign to provide that tiny level of assistance to him in his sorrowful plight.

I’d never heard him say anything like that before.

Tiny thing, really. But it’s a source of constant amazement to me, watching this kid grow up.

  • Rick
2

One of my guys get me all the time. At 2 years, he’d be laying in bed with Mr. Mouse, see that I was about to get out of the shower (the rooms adjoin) and say “here, mama, your towel.” He’s such a little mom.

Last week too, he made me want to cry. He’s almost five now. My birthday got lost in the rush of whatever we’ve been doing lately and my spouse forgot. Once he remembered, we all went out for a late lunch. Alex, seeing how upset I had been before, sang happy birthday over and over again, hugging me each time. Just amazed that he could see that I was still hurt, even though I was calm and carrying on like nothing happened. More amazed and grateful that simple caring was his solution.

3

Kids can say amazing things. It’s phenomenal what things they home in on, even when you think it’s not obvious.

Story the first:
I’ve got a 4 1/2 year old daughter. I took her to my Mom’s house to clean out the garage this spring. It’s been virtually untouched since my Dad died 10 years ago. (Mom wouldn’t let us touch it; it was Dad’s favorite place to be.)

We spent 5 hours cleaning all of my Dad’s tools and junk out of the garage. I finally sat down after we finished, proud of what we’d done, but missing my Dad more than I had in years.

My daughter came out to see what I was doing, and climbed in my lap. She looked up at me with those big blue eyes, and said; “You really miss your Daddy, don’t you?”

How she could tell in that instant how much I missed my Dad right then, I’ll never know.

Story the second:

All of my older male relatives have passed away. My wife is an only child, and her father has also passed away. Therefore, my children have no male relatives older than I am.

Several weeks after the garage cleaning, I picked her up from daycare. We’re riding home, and she pipes up from the back seat; “Daddy, when I’m all grown up, I’ll miss you.”

“Oh? Why’s that?”, I respond, expecting a comment about moving out, or getting married or any of the other things that run through a 4 1/2 year old girly girl’s mind.

What I get instead is:

“Because you’ll be dead.” :eek:

I made sure that my life insurance is paid up, just in case. :smiley:

4

My middle child was also supremely talkative and had an alarmingly good vocabulary even before she could walk. One of my favorite outbursts from her:

I was sitting in the living room with my son and her (third child as yet nonexistent) and it was starting to get dark. I asked my son if he would turn on the light, which he did. My daughter is standing there, looking horrendously indignant - hands on her hips, scowl, wrinkly forehead, the whole bit. I asked her what on earth was wrong. She throws her hands up in the air, stomps her little foot and says (and this is word for word - I’ll never forget this convo)

“What, I can’t turn on the light? I’m not big enough to turn on a light? Little two year old girl CAN’T TURN ON THE LIGHT???”

Note: It is a bad idea to fall on the floor laughing at a very haughty two year old. I don’t think she spoke to me for an hour. I realized then that she was far too smart for her (or my) good.

5

Yesterday, my 2-year-old told me his stomach felt angry. I think we’ve all been there.

6

A good friend of mine came back down stairs from checking on her not quite three year old son, who was upstairs in bed.

He was there, she told us, in bed, wide awake. She asked him if we had been making too much noise, and keeping him up. “No,” he said. “I wasn’t asleep. I was too busy thinking.” “What were you thinking about?” Mom wants to know.

She told us about the perplexed look he gave her. “I wasn’t thinking about something, Mommy, I was just thinking.”

Three years old, and the kid is self taught in Transcendental Meditation.

Tris

7

My only story belongs to my little sister. In 1999, we went to Disneyland together (she was 7 at the time, about 2 months from 8), and she had these little glow-in-the-dark butterfly hair clips in her hair. From time to time, people would comment on them and how much they liked them, particularly in the dark rides.

After the day was over, my sister calmly told my mother, “It seems everyone was quite taken with my butterfly clips today.”

8

I can only think of one… my sister, who’s seven, came home from school one day and told my mom about her day, saying that they sang “God Bless America,” and she said, “Shouldn’t it be ‘God Bless Everyone’?” Ah, we thought, we’re brainwashing her successfully into a good little liberal Christian. :slight_smile:

9

Oh, I could go on and on… here, wanna see pictures?? :smiley:
I guess I’ll just share one recent thing my youngest little darlin’ said. He’s always been one with the words, very advanced vocabulary. The other night I was putting him to bed, after a day filled with conflict for us… he looks up at me and with a very somber face says, “You know, I think maybe we should split up.”

:eek:

10

When he was younger, my son ( now 8 ) told me his hands felt naughty.

11

One moment from my daughter…

About a year and a half ago, when she was not quite 3-1/2, I was putting her to bed, and I laid down to cuddle with her for a minute (she has a hard time winding down at bedtime). As we lay there in the darkness, she said “Daddy? Did you know that five and five is ten?”

“Yes, sweetie, I do” I said.

She held up her hands, fingers out, and said “See, five” moving her left hand “and five” moving her right “is ten!”

I kissed her goodnight and went down to tell **Dangerosa ** that our daughter had invented math. :eek:

12

My now 13 year old daughter amazes me everyday with things still. I often wonder if she stops and thinks before she just blurts out the thoughts in her head at that moment.
When she was not quite 2 and having an already quite large vocabulary, we were driving home from my sisters house. About half way home I heard this soft little gasping coming from the backseat. I checked in the mirror to make sure she hadn’t swallowed anything and noticed that she would pull herself forward , look out the window and gasp with this suprised look on her face. After a while she started saying excitedly “OH MY GOSH! OH MY GOSH! OH MY GOSH!”

When I asked her what was wrong, looking all bug eyed and panting like, she said “Cars driving!”
Oh and when she was about 5 her babysitter had called to tell me that she had taken my daughter out to look at Christmas lights. She said that she was wanting to apologize that she didn’t realize we were Jewish. Confused by this I asked her what made her think we were Jewish, we’re not really any religion. (This was someone I had known for years and thought she knew this small detail) When I reminded her of this she told me that’s what she thought, but when they were looking at lights my daughter was covering her eyes and would periodcally peek thru her fingers. The sitter asked her why she wouldn’t look at all the lights and my daughter said…

“I can only look at the blue lights. I’m Jewish.” :eek:

13

I cannot stop laughing at this!

14

So, what’s the femine form of “Damien”?

Watch your back, dude.

15

Oh, thats a good one.

TeenSthrnAccent was just over 18 months when with determination on his face and his spoon pointed for emphasis he announced. “No. I don’t like peas.” I was totally taken aback as he had three dozen or so words at the time, but I’d not heard him string together two words, and wasn’t expecting a sentence for another few months.

16

We were travelling down the road a few months back when a police car up ahead turned on its lights (it wasn’t us he was after). Out of the back of the van we hear this little voice from our 5 year old: “You’re ass is going to jail, Mom.”

:eek:

17

Oh my sides, my sides.

18

Madonna?

19

My daughter is now 12 and is very verbally gifted, and when she was little she was uncannily precocious at times. When I took her to school for Kindergarten orientation, we sat in the cafeteria (this was the school I had gone to as a kid) for a presentation. The cafeteria was (and probably still is) decorated with portraits of all the US presidents.

I noticed my daughter looking at the pictures, and I said, “Those are all the presidents of the United States.” She scanned the pictures for another moment and then said, “Where are the women?”

Whoo! That got me!

20

Our son has informed me that he loves me more than sprinklers, popscicles and Ernie, Mr. Rabbitt (his stuffed pals) and Buzz Lightyear.

When a kid tells you they love you more than popsicles, it doesn’t get much better than that.