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    My nephew was watching cartoons and when my sister walked in he asked, "What does an eardrum look like?" She asked why he wanted to know and he said, "Well, something fell out of my ear and it looked like an eardrum to me so I put it back in." She flushed out his ear and found......a chunk of earwax.

    He's the same on who, when we were driving on a bridge over the Mississippi river asked what the water was. I told him it was the Mississippi river and asked him to say 'Mississippi'. He said, "My can't say it." I asked him to try and pronounced it Miss-iss-ippe. He said, "My can't say Missihhippi, but my Mom can."

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    Okay, a little background, first. My daughter is 2-1/2 years older than my son. When my son was born, we always cautioned my daughter to be careful around him; he was a baby. She took that advice, to heart. Too much to heart. One day, when my son was about 3, my daughter came to me, crying. She told me DS kept hitting her and she was afraid to hit him back, since he was "the baby." I advised her to defend herself and when he hit her, to hit him right back (trust me, she wasn't big enough to actually hurt him). Not to "hurt" him but rather to show him the error of his ways . . . and that if he made a habit of hitting people, they're gonna hit back! Better to nip it in the bud, IMO. So she ran back upstairs, a determined little girl. Short while later, DS comes downstairs, all in tears (with DD trailing after). I asked him to tell me what happened. He stopped crying, then started telling the sequence of events, re-enacting this little drama . . . he did this, she did that, he did such-and-such, "and then SHE HIT ME!" With that, he smacked himself on the side of the head and went stumbling half-way across the room, fell to the floor, then started crying for all he was worth! Oh, he was good! Well, I slapped my hand over my mouth, as quickly as possible . . . but it was useless. Needless to say, the child was not hurt . . . and once he realized I was laughing, he gave it up and started laughing, himself (with many repeats of the famous slap and stumble). Children! Gotta love 'em! Oh, and that was the last time, he hit his sister.
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    When my grandson was about 3, he spent many weekends with me. One morning I cut a fresh orange into eights, peels on, and gave it to him to eat. He bit into the first one, sucked on it a bit, and, then, in a very surprised voice said.

    "Oma, this has ORANGE JUICE in it!"

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    Quote Originally Posted by Neesie View Post
    Okay, a little background, first. My daughter is 2-1/2 years older than my son. When my son was born, we always cautioned my daughter to be careful around him; he was a baby. She took that advice, to heart. Too much to heart. One day, when my son was about 3, my daughter came to me, crying. She told me DS kept hitting her and she was afraid to hit him back, since he was "the baby." I advised her to defend herself and when he hit her, to hit him right back (trust me, she wasn't big enough to actually hurt him). Not to "hurt" him but rather to show him the error of his ways . . . and that if he made a habit of hitting people, they're gonna hit back! Better to nip it in the bud, IMO. So she ran back upstairs, a determined little girl. Short while later, DS comes downstairs, all in tears (with DD trailing after). I asked him to tell me what happened. He stopped crying, then started telling the sequence of events, re-enacting this little drama . . . he did this, she did that, he did such-and-such, "and then SHE HIT ME!" With that, he smacked himself on the side of the head and went stumbling half-way across the room, fell to the floor, then started crying for all he was worth! Oh, he was good! Well, I slapped my hand over my mouth, as quickly as possible . . . but it was useless. Needless to say, the child was not hurt . . . and once he realized I was laughing, he gave it up and started laughing, himself (with many repeats of the famous slap and stumble). Children! Gotta love 'em! Oh, and that was the last time, he hit his sister.
    That reminds me of my two. My DS is 4 years older than my DD so when she was born, we went to great lengths to explain to him that she was a little baby & that he had to be extra-careful with her. Andrew is a lover & not a fighter to begin with so we weren't particularly worried but we warned him just to be on the safe side. Andrew might've been a sweetheart, but Cara Leigh was a terror (at that time -- she's since grown into the worl'ds best DD). One afternoon Andrew was asleep on the couch. Cara Leigh was playing with her toy sweeper. All of a sudden I heard "whap" & Andrew started crying. I went in the living room to see what had happened & Cara Leigh was standing over her brother with her sweeper still raised in the air. She'd whacked him over the head! I asked her why & she said "He was sleeping & I'm not sleepy". Yep... the baby sister he needed to be so careful with had whupped up on him! Nowadays, if he's teasing her, she'll say to him "Watch it... I still have that sweeper"... LOL!
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    These were the cutest stories - I love these little walks down memory lane. I'd so love to hear some more.... :-)

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    This happened just about a month ago. I had picked up my 4 year old GS from preschool.we were going home and I saw 2-3 flocks of geese flying. I pointed them out to him. He said " Look Grandma! They are flying in a V like in the alphabet! And I see an H, an A, and. B....." I live with my daughter and grandsons so I hear these things daily! It's hard to be serious when they are saying such funny things.,

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    When my grandson, Billy, was 6 years old he wanted to do some arts and crafts with me. I asked him what he wanted to do and he said we could paint your sewing circle. Whaaat? I said what sewing circle? He pointed to the wall behind me where my wooden embroidery hoop was hanging! This is the same child who told his mama he wanted to buy me new safety pins because all of mine were bent!

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    Please do not take offense to this one...but it sure is darn cute... when my parents were first married, they lived way up north Wisconsin in a very tiny hick town...when my two oldest brothers were 4 and 5, they moved to Milw. My younger brother was outside eating a homemade ice pop...and a little neighbor boy who was black came to sit by him, and he asked if he could have a lick..my brother told him to go home and wash his face and hands and he could. So Jamison did so...he came back..asked again..my brother sent him home again...on the third time, he told the little guy...you better go see my mommy..she can get all the dirt off me. So my mother had to explain the skin color difference and those two have been friends since...matter a fact... Jamison was a groomsman at my brothers wedding....and Jamison started his little speech out by saying...I hope you don't mind toasting with me, but I tried and tried and tried..to get clean..and I just can't seem to get clean... so... Jamison's entire family...along with mine...were laughing till tears were running.. so Jamison told the entire story to the entire wedding guests.. This happened back in 1956.
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    Quote Originally Posted by mythreesuns View Post
    Please do not take offense to this one...but it sure is darn cute... when my parents were first married, they lived way up north Wisconsin in a very tiny hick town...when my two oldest brothers were 4 and 5, they moved to Milw. My younger brother was outside eating a homemade ice pop...and a little neighbor boy who was black came to sit by him, and he asked if he could have a lick..my brother told him to go home and wash his face and hands and he could. So Jamison did so...he came back..asked again..my brother sent him home again...on the third time, he told the little guy...you better go see my mommy..she can get all the dirt off me. So my mother had to explain the skin color difference and those two have been friends since...matter a fact... Jamison was a groomsman at my brothers wedding....and Jamison started his little speech out by saying...I hope you don't mind toasting with me, but I tried and tried and tried..to get clean..and I just can't seem to get clean... so... Jamison's entire family...along with mine...were laughing till tears were running.. so Jamison told the entire story to the entire wedding guests.. This happened back in 1956.
    Great story!!! How innocent kids really are.
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    Quote Originally Posted by sew_Tracy View Post
    Great story!!! How innocent kids really are.
    You bet they are...here's another Billy story: when he was in pre-k, he came home the first day and said he had a girlfriend and she's real pretty because she's brown all over.

    They are in 4th grade together this year and are good friends!

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