Some years ago in the fall my 4 yr old attended her first piano class , parents were present. The teacher asked, “does anyone feel rusty after summer vacation?” Rylie’s hand shot up…“My moms feet get rusty in the summer but she puts lotion on them and they’re much better!”
(I guess I had been complaining about how rough my heels were)!
My daughter had to go in for some minor surgery. They brought her into the recovery room. When she awakened sufficiently she began to cry and said I want my Daddy. The nurse came out to the waiting room and asked if I was Kim’s daddy. I said yes. She said well come back with me. She is crying and says she wants her daddy. Kim was about 30.
Ron
There are times when you just want your daddy!
that’s a special designation, denoted “Sturob M.D., B.B.”
Is this actually a first person story, H? I seemed to remember reading something like this once before a couple of years ago and did some research. I found this:
http://www.snopes.com/glurge/transfus.htm (this is a white dot story, you can read what that means on the next page)
What is a Glurge? I found this on the same site:
When my son was about 3 or 4, I asked him if he would like to say “Grace” before supper. He bowed his head a proceeded with “God is Great, God is Good, Thank him for this lettuce food.” There was a big bowl full of salad sitting in front of him. 
For those of you who don’t know this childrens Grace, it goes “God is Great, God is Good, Let us thank him for this food.” It was very hard hiding our mirth. By the way today is his 25th birthday! 
Cheers,
Kathy
My youngest son was helping me plant the veggie garden for his first time and I asked him if he wanted to plant the corn and he said yes.
I got the bag and showed him how to put two kernels in each place 2 hand width’s apart.
When he saw the kernels, he said, “I don’t want to plant that kind of corn, I want to plant corn on the cob!”
This forum needs a delete post button for non-perfect people like me that hits a wrong button 
My daughter called a fly swatter a fly paddle when she was little.
So you mean that ISN’T the name of the Chinese young-people’s Movement?
There is one, but you’ve got to catch it before somebody posts after you, or it goes away.
I am a pediatric nurse and over the 30 years I’ve worked with kids I have heard some remarkable things come out of kids mouths (I’ve seen some remarkable things too, but we won’t go there, ok Jessie?).
Some years ago we had a couple of boys in a room together… as I recall they were both about four years old. One of them had just had a circumcision with some reconstructive surgery (done at this age because of a urethral malformation) and was in a fair amount of pain from the surgery. Also, because of the reconstructive surgery there was an impressive bandage on his little package with a catheter sprouting from the middle.
As the other boy wasn’t my patient, I don’t remember what he was there for… some kind of infection for which he was getting penicillin. Well, the nurse that was taking care of this boy apparently went into his room saying it was “time for your penicillin”. Now he had been there a few days and had gotten his penicillin many times before, but this time he completely freaked! He started screaming and crying and going generally nuts. It took awhile to figure out what was happening, but apparently this little guy had heard “It’s time for your PENIScillin.” He didn’t know what PENIScillin was but taking one look at the kid in the next bed he figured he was next!
Barring that there is an EDIT button, which was obviously found by this person.
Yesterday, a new pair of international students arrived in the class next to the one I teach in. This morning our class pictures arrived. I can be seen standing on one end of the middle row, and our Teaching Assistant is standing on the other. There are 29 beaming kids in the photo.
When the TA sat down to introduce herself to the new students today, their eyes quickly spotted the class photo tucked in her binder. “That’s you there!” they noted in halting English. “Yes, that’s me,” she replied. “And that’s your husband?” they asked as they pointed at my photo. “Um, NO!!” they heard. 
I told her later that she missed a golden opportunity. All she needed to say was, “Yes, and this is us standing with our family.”
Having kids at home provides many wonderful moments. Working with 20 or thirty at a time, you just multiply the opportunities. Gotta love it.
Jef
Most other BBS I attend will allow you to delete a middle post, and if you choose to delete the first post, you delete the entire thread, sometimes that can be a good feature…
AHA! It is the button labled X, it’s not labled delete.
When my oldest was about three, I learned he had no skill in lying…
I was sitting in our living room, when our cat came tearing out of the kids bedroom, through the living room and out the door as fast as four legs could take him. Curious, I asked my son what he was up to.
He replied," I wasn’t shooting arrows at the cat."!!!
Sometimes the medical students get one-upped by the three-year-olds.
I was in my doctor’s office for a sprained ankle. She had a medical student with her that day as an observer, and she would periodically ask the student questions. Pointing to a silvery patch on my knee, she asked “do you know what that is?” My then three-year-old daughter piped up with “Duh! That’s the patella!”
(BTW, the answer the doctor was looking for was “psoriasis”).
Jo’s come up with a lot of good one liners and descriptions, but a favorite we use to this day is “shooting cloud” (to describe an airplane’s vapor trail).
Redwolf
There was the time when as a sprout I discovered that J.S. Bach had fathered mucho kids (29, was it? 20+, anyway) and I relayed this info to my parents. Dad said, “He must have been a polygamist”, and I said, “No, he was a Lutheran.”
At about age six, Ana liked to count things.
One day she was digging in a flowerbed by the house when she disturbed a colony of tiny red ants. Hundreds of them burst to the surface, zigzagging crazily.
She announced, “I’ll count them! One … two … … … YOU count 'em!”
Best wishes,
Jerry
I love your stories!
Here are a few of my personal favorites:
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Anthony, 5 showing me his newborn baby brother. He pointed at the belly button and proclaimed proudly “His Extension Cord Came Off!”
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My Daughter Tabi when she was 4 was trying to tell me where something was. “It’s not on the Dryer, it’s on the Wetter!”
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My Step Son when he was 12 phoned me as I was leaving the house. He was impatient to see us and blurted out “Have you Left yet?”
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In desperation, my brother (when we were kids) made some powdered milk. It was full of lumps so in a moment of divine inspiration, he fished out a strainer and poured the milk through it. Louigi (step father) found him studying the captured lumps while the last of the milk spiraled away down the drain
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And my personal favorite. A young man whom shall remain nameless, was only 3 and tugging on he privates. I mentioned that if he kept doing that it would come off. He tipped his head to the side and asked me. “Is that what happened to my sister?”