Makes me think (and cringe again) of the time when my little son said out loud in the mall one day: Hey dad, look at that fat lady, she belongs in the circus.
I have a 2yr old who is going on 30... We were in the store and this couple walked up next to us.... They said my children were cute... as I said thank you... My son said sir you sink please go take a bath.... I was a bit embarrassed at the time.... but both of them did have a horrible body odor as the saying goes from the mouths of babes.......
I spent a summer working as a caregiver in the three-year-old room at a daycare center. One of the girls was a super girlie girl with long ringlets down past her shoulders, who dressed in head-to-toe Disney princess attire every day. One time, during story hour, she asked to sit in my lap. And as she ran her fingers through her impractical hair in a self-satisfied way, she looked up at me and my short, chic summer 'do and calmly asked, "Are you a boy or a girl?" I stifled my shock and answered, "I'm a girl." To which she replied, "Are you waiting for your long hair to come? My mommy says that if I'm patient enough, my long hair will come." No, kid, I just have no desire to look like Princess Jasmine. But, thanks.
On my side of the family we have a hereditary sleepwalking problem.
Well, a couple of months back I witnessed my son as he sleepwalked into the living room and peed on the comcast reciever box, shorting it out.
When we called in to report it, they thought we were prank calling them. We had to unhook the signal reciever box ourselves and take it in to their local branch office and hand it in over the desk for them to believe it actually happened, and give us a replacement box.
I babysat my granddaughter over the weekend. She is 2 yrs old. On Saturday afternoon she insisted that I give her a "tennis shoe". I was totally stumped. What is a “tennis shoe” in baby language? Nothing I offered her was what she wanted. She started to cry after a while. (Of course I felt as if I could join her out of frustration for not understanding.)
In the end I asked her to show me what she wanted. She took my hand and went straight to my bedroom and my box of tissues on the bedside table. She wanted a tissue!