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OK, we all know that our keets come up with some pretty funny stuff......

Tonight my 5 yr old daughter came up to me holding her baby book and said "Mom, is this your diarrhea from when I was a baby?" ....obviously meaning diary.....I about fell over......

I know there are other stories out there.....

This is actually a story about me.

When I was about 4 or 5 we were in at Grandma's for X-Mas and I was apparently talking to myself. Someone came over and asked who I was talking to. I said God. They asked what I was talking about and I said women. They asked what did he say, I shrugged, sighed, and said "I know what you mean."

So, we all usually hear that story every year.

One night, trying to get Laura to eat...(she never ate! It bothered me all the time...) Anyway, I used the "There are children in China starving" line.........
She put her fork down , looked up..and said "Name Two"....

She was 4!

Prthd119 wrote:One night, trying to get Laura to eat...(she never ate! It bothered me all the time...) Anyway, I used the "There are children in China starving" line.........
She put her fork down , looked up..and said "Name Two"....

She was 4!

Mine was 5 and we had the same senerio....Except it was in the 80s and Live Aid was the topic...

I spouted the same "there are starving children" line.... she said... "then lets have a concert for them"!

My darling niece (ph junior, of my screen name), when she was just learning to talk and learning her manners:
Her parents were invited to a "nice" dinner at someone's house, with my niece and nephew. The hostess served lasagna. Niece was charming and delightful as a four (ish) year old could be all evening. She liked the LASAGNA so much that she very sweetly asked, "May I please have another piece of vagina?" We have never let her forget THAT one!!

Mrs Bear has debilitating alergies to cats. If she is in the same zip code, she has trouble breathing, if she comes in contact, forgetaboutit. When my oldest was about 4 we were on our way to day care in the morning and Carie was pestering me yet again about getting a kitten. For about the fifteenth time that morning, I explained that Mommy cannot be around cats. After a very long silence, from the back of the car the sweetest little voice you ever heard said, "Daddy.....If Mom dies can I get a cat?"

Umm. Let's see here. Every day is a new adventure at my house!

I think the funniest is probably when I was VERY pregnant with Tony and feeling very much like a beached whale. I was saying something about how enormous and frumpy I felt, and Victoria said, "It's OK Mommy, all your pretties are on the inside!"

this is more like out of the keets butt:
My five year old woke me up the other day by sitting on my head and farting.
It was quite a touching moment. I was so proud .

reminded me of that song...."my boy was just like me"

sonofabeach wrote:My five year old woke me up the other day by sitting on my head and farting.
It was quite a touching moment. I was so proud.

reminded me of that song...."my boy was just like me"

OMG! That's too funny...which reminds me of a few months ago when we got new table/chairs for our kitchen. They are a hard oak and Victoria figured out that the sound resonates VERY well when you pass gas. Now when she has to fart, she runs over to the kitchen table and lets 'em rip.

buffettbride wrote:

sonofabeach wrote:My five year old woke me up the other day by sitting on my head and farting.
It was quite a touching moment. I was so proud.

reminded me of that song...."my boy was just like me"

OMG! That's too funny...which reminds me of a few months ago when we got new table/chairs for our kitchen. They are a hard oak and Victoria figured out that the sound resonates VERY well when you pass gas. Now when she has to fart, she runs over to the kitchen table and lets 'em rip.

aaahhhh...the fart game
so many creative ways. I'll have to look into some new chairs.
I haven't taught him the cup-a-fart or under the covers technique yet.

sonofabeach wrote:

buffettbride wrote:

sonofabeach wrote:My five year old woke me up the other day by sitting on my head and farting.
It was quite a touching moment. I was so proud.

reminded me of that song...."my boy was just like me"

OMG! That's too funny...which reminds me of a few months ago when we got new table/chairs for our kitchen. They are a hard oak and Victoria figured out that the sound resonates VERY well when you pass gas. Now when she has to fart, she runs over to the kitchen table and lets 'em rip.

aaahhhh...the fart game
so many creative ways. I'll have to look into some new chairs.
I haven't taught him the cup-a-fart or under the covers technique yet.

Our oldest is a girl, so hubby is very cautious about farting techniques with her...but our boy who is just 16 months actually lifted his leg up the other day to cut one and hubby was very proud. Like, proud to the point of calling his buddies to brag. I can't believe I'm sharing this. Our oldest does know the theory behind the dutch oven though.