The things they say.

Aka that boy will go far

My DD to my GS1 (age 7)

'What are you doing?'

'Googling to find out what materials I need, apart from Obsidian, to build my ended portal!'

Asked 3 year old DGS to ask his Dad what he would like to drink. DSiL asked for pina colada, so DGS ran to me and asked clearly for pina colada
I told him we didn't have any and to go yet back and ask again. This time DSiL asked for Chateuneuf Du Pape. The little one ran to me and said, "My Daddy wants something you haven't got!"

RUBY
Thanks, that has cleared that little mystery up for me.

My 5 year old GS left my DD and I lost for words the other day. He asked for a biscuit. Mummy said he could have 2. He then took 3 and before either my DD or I could tell him off he held up the biscuits, pointed to them and said - zero, I, 2 ! Needless to say , he got away with all 3 biscuits! Kids!

Oh phoenix I love your musical cat

Hi Nonu, soup manager was what DS2 called the soup ladle when he was little and we still call it that.

When one had shoes swapped right for left, bigger son said 'mom, he's got his feet on the wrong legs!

Never forget dgd looking out of the window on a wet and windy day and asking if we could go to beach because she was fed up with rain and it was always sunny at the beach - if only

Loving these stories

My 2 1/2 year old granddaughter was watching an animal programme about deer. 'My nannies a deer' she told her mum, ' because grandad says ' yes dear, ok dear!'

DS1 was cuddling one of our cats when he (DS) was small and suddenly looked up in amazement and said "Mummy, he's got music in his fur!"

Our pasta server is known as the "camel castrator."

Ruby ???
Don"t get it !!

For the last thirty years we have been ladling our soup out with a 'soup manager'.

One of my four year old pupils said that he had sparkles in his arm - pins and needles!

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Freda - in our house it is called stiffy cocky pudding!!

When my grandson was about three and a half, he was going through a stage of not saying thank you or please. I said to him 'it would be nice if you said please'. He turned to me and said very firmly ' I haven't got any pleases left - I've used them all up. I MIGHT have a thank you.'
Next morning he did say please and I congratulated him, only to be told - again very firmly 'That's the only one'.

This is an amazing thread, haven't laughed so much in ages - not since Thought for the Day'. Mind you Freda from now on it will be 'Stiffy Tocky pudding'

In our house we have stiffy tockee pudding...

Some friends of mine are called Bill and Hilary. When my little grand-daughter was three years old she got their names mixed up and referred to them one day as "Bilary". This stuck and everyone has called them that ever since.
And all woodpigeons are known as Trevor, ever since the same grand-daughter was asked if she knew what that bird in the garden was called. She thought long and hard about this (you could almost hear her brain cogs whirling!) and she suddenly blurted out "Trevor".

DS is an archaeologist, DDiL a museum curator.

One day last week when DS was explaining something about the past to DGD (aged 6) she turned to him and said 'When history is so interesting why do you make it so boring?'

Collapse of stout party (as they say) - in laughter.

Watching wildlife film about turtles on the Great Barrier Reef with 3 year old DGS.

DGS: That turtle must be tired Ganma after laying all those eggs.

Me: Yes, she must be

DGS: And thirsty too, she must be very very thirsty Ganma.

Me: She certainly looks thirsty.

DGS: But Ganma, if she drink all the water in the sea there won't be
any water left for the turtles to swim in.

Logic of a three year old.

So funny, have to be written down because you may forget them later!

Although I always remember this one:

Me to DH age 3 "shall we sell the carrycot, or shall we have another baby?"
Then we noticed DD1 sobbing silently with tears rolling down her face. "Whatever's the matter" I asked
"I don't want another baby, I like the one we've got"
(DS age 6 months)