About a year ago, my son came down with the Christmas time flu that was going around. Everything he ate or drank came back up, which is a totally devastating to a 3-year-old. The doctor told me to hold out on giving him anything to eat or drink for as long as I could. One minute he was watching t.v. the next minute he was gone. The poor kid was so desperate for a drink that I found him in the bathroom with his head halfway in the toilet attempting to get a drink from there. I then gave in and gave him some pedialyte.
My boy thought that that since I was cleaining the house he had to take an active role and do something too. So I walk into the bedroom and find him dusting the antique dresser - using a paint brush and super glue! That's right, he painted super glue all over the dresser not to mention all the brush hairs stuck to it!
One day my husband and I were in a safeway market with our 2 sons when they when the oldest was 4 and the baby a couple months old. my 4 year old had learned some habits from his uncle who would have him watch the pool area from the windows of are apartment to let his uncle know when an oh oh babe would be out by the pool. well this day in the store we were behind a older women who was quite large in size, when all of a sudden my son pinches her on the rear end and says big butt.He was right by his dad who was right behind him and the woman, when all of a sudden the woman turns around and slaps my husband, who she thought had pinched her rear, my husband looked stunned and i almost burst out laughing by the looks on both there faces. I explained to her my son had done the naughty deed and had him say he was sorry and she apologized to my husband whom she had smacked. but they were both red in the face from the incident.
I fondly remember the time when my eldest son was still small, about 3. I was a stay-at-home mom at the time and he followed me everywhere..... when I cleaned he tagged behind, when I cooked he watched, or when I bathed he played on the bathroom floor, but you get my meaning. One day while I was doing my hair (those days we still used hairspray out of a can (bad, yeah I know)) and when I applied the hairspray he asked: "Mommy, why are you polishing your hair with furniture polish?" .......... yeah, well, he mistook the hairspray with the canned furniture polish...... they're clever little observers some times and make the most simple associations and assumptions.