(Sent in by Andrea Lopez)
My son Austin<age 4> is constantly trying to follow his big brother Anthony
<age 11> where ever he goes. Anthony is of course allowed to cross
the street. Austin however, needs permission before ever going across.
Several times, he has wondered off the curb, trying to follow Anthony.
I have said "Austin, don't stand in the street!" (shouted even)
more times than I care to count. Finally, he has been listening.
Thank goodness! No more constant worry about cars.....
Or so I thought. Today I saw him in the street, next to the curb,
but still IN the street. He however was sitting this time.
Before I could take a breath to speak, he shouted,
"I am not standing in the street!"
I nearly laughed out loud, but managed to contain myself,
I was amused at his ingenuity, but it he didn't need to know that!
Needless to say, one little boy, got a talking to about
street safety we
hope he'll not soon forget.
"Spit it Out" sent by Audra
One afternoon the family was out back and my three year old son came
running up to my husband and I trying to tell a story about something he had seen... Several minutes later he was still at the beginning of the story and my husband said "Spit it out son"... My son then proceeded to clear his throat and spit on the ground right in front of us and then innocently went on with his story...
(Sent in by Dawn Grumley)
WHEN MY DAUGHTER, ALICIA WAS 3, SHE TOOK A TRIP WITH MY MOTHER-IN-LAW. ON THE WAY BACK, THEY SAW A WATER TOWER. ALICIA ASKED WHAT IT WAS, AND GRANDMA SAID THAT IT WAS A WATER TOWER FOR HOLDING LOTS OF WATER. ALICIA ACCEPTED THIS IN SILENCE. A FEW MINUTES LATER, SHE ASKED, "GRANDMA...DO THEY HAVE POP TOWERS?"
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ALICIA IS NOW 7, AND HAS COME UP WITH A FEW NEW WORDS:
A BABY GOOSE = A GEESLING
GRANDMA'S CADILLAC ELDORADO = A FORDALLAC(EVERYONE ELSE IN THE FAMILY DRIVES FORDS.
HOPE YOU ENJOY THESE AND GET A KICK OUT OF THEM.
PROUD MOM OF 3, DAWN GRUMLEY
Subject: Embarrassing talk with a 5-year-old (MrChipChat)
Date: Sun, Jan 31, 1999 01:07 EST
From: MrChipChat
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Brittany gave me her usual warm smile as she sat down next to me on the Sunday School bus. When she spotted my clipboard (with its list of that morning's pick-ups) she asked if she could draw something on the other side.
"Sure," I replied (already wondering what this adorable 5-year old was going to create for me this time).
The jouncing of the clunky old BlueBird made it hard for Brittany to control her pencil, but she began drawing with a look of dedicated determination. Finally she gave me a provocative smile and handed back the clipboard.
"Can you tell what I just drew?" she asked in a matter-of-fact sort of way.
Well, the bouncy bus had kept her images from being as smooth as they might have been--but I could identify a row of side-by-side symbols that looked sort of like a fence. There was a rectangle, an oval, a triangle, a circle, and even a parallelogram.
"A fence?" I asked.
"No!" she said, giving me a mildly scornful look.
"Okay--uh--let's see--a row of buildings?" I asked, hopefully.
This time she gave me a severe frown and said, "No, silly!"
"Well, how about a choo choo train?"
Now she snatched the clipboard from me and rolled her eyes with a look that said, "I can't believe a grown man could be so dumb!"
She then held the clipboard out in front of me--and in precise, patient, measured tones, said (pointing to each object) "This is a rectangle. This is an oval. This is a triangle. This is a circle. And this is a parallelogram. Sheesh!"
Subj: Little Robbie
Date: 99-03-02 15:51:50 EST
From: tina.hubbell@gte.net (Tina Hubbell)
To: RondaIee@aol.com
One day I was babysitting my best friend's son. Little Robbie (4 yrs old)
and I, sat down to eat dinner. Robbie wanted to say grace so I said ok.
This is how his prayer went " God thank you...thank you, and pwease, pwease
help me cut my chicken?...Amen"
Date: 99-05-20 16:03:25 EDT
From: J9miami
To: RondaIee
I was visiting some friends that have a 4-year-old daughter named Adriana. When her grandmother scolded her for playing nonsense on the grand piano, Adriana sighs and says to me, " 'Don't do this...dont do that.' It's so hard to be a baby!"
Sunday School
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My 5-year-old nephew, Scott and I were talking about Sunday School and how the devil was bad and would want him to do bad things but that God was bigger and stronger than the devil and would help him out.
Scott, gave that some thought and then said, "Well, If God doesn't like the devil, why doesn't He just kill `em?" Before I could recover sufficiently to answer him, he added, "Oh, I know.....God doesn't have a weapon and the devil has that big fork thing."
Passed Gas, a true story
When my daughter was young, probably as early as she could talk, we had a house rule. The word "fart" was not allowed. I found the term rather vulgar, and asked my little girl to please use the term "passed gas".
When my daughter was around the age of 6, our neighbor, Amy, had bought a new cat, and my daughter Jennifer was visiting Amy's son Steven, and playing with the Cat. When Jennifer came home, I asked her, "So, what did they decide to name the new cat?"
Oddly, Jennifer refused to answer.
I was busy with housework, and actually did not care what the cat's name was, so I just blew it off, and did not question her further.
The next day, Steven knocked on our door, saying the cat had gotten out, and would Jennifer help him catch it. I gave my permission, telling the kids it was fine, as long as they stayed on the block, and did not chase the cat across the street.
After just a few moments, I heard my daughter's pleading voice, screaming
"Passed Gas, here Passed Gas! Where are you, Passed Gas?"
The Cat's name was FART !!!
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