And I had to leave the room because I came completely unstrapped, gasping-for-air laughing.

Some of the stuff they say at this age, it just knocks me over, lol.

I could write a book about the things that came out of my grandaughter's mouth when she was three.

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Originally posted by Bassamatic:
I could write a book about the things that came out of my grandaughter's mouth when she was three.

Please share, if you're willing. I'm loving this phase!
I've been trying to write down the gems. He's growing too fast.

I call my little one munchkin.

One time when she was about 3 or 4 I told her no about something or another and she says.

“You don’t say no to me.....nobody says no to me. NOBODY SAYS NO TO THE MUNCHKIN!!!”

It was at that point I realized I was raising a super villain and started the dig and pour for her underground lair.

We get in the van the other morning to go to school and my 4 yo says hey play Ironman by that Black Savage!!
The 2 yo then yells Yeah, CRANK IT UP!!!!

I wish I had a little camera just rolling all the time.

My little 3 year old princess comes up with some real gems. In reference to a very red-headed little boy in her class, she told me, "Danny is not a carrot!"

I laughed so hard I had tears in my eyes.

But she knows Danny has no soul right. Ginger’s have no soul.

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Originally posted by cslinger:
But she knows Danny has no soul right. Ginger’s have no soul.

Damn those recessive genes! Maybe someday they’ll be able to cure gingervitis.

My 3yr old thought that if you wiped her butt too hard, it would break and she would die. After using the potty, she exclaimed “I didn’t die!”

Kids say the darnedest things.

When my now 20 year old was somewhere around that age, we let him go to the bathroom alone at a little mom and pop restaurant we frequent (single bathroom within eye shot) because he was so insistent on doing so. Well, he came busting out of the bathroom in a jog hollering across the end of the small dining room, "Daddy, Daddy, come see. There's a black hooker in the bathroom." Of course when both me and the owner went to the bathroom to check on the "Black hooker", we found the new black coat rack that had been installed in the bathroom since our last visit.

Everyone in the restaurant got a huge chuckle out of that episode.

My four year old got out some scissors and chopped a hole into his shirt, that he was wearing. I got mad, and said, "What did you do that for? You ruined that shirt. Mommy and daddy now have to pay money to go buy you a new shirt."

He looked up at me, and said, "but dad, I wanted my shirt to be like yours. You cut the arms off yours." (I was wearing an OLD cutoff t-shirt that I use to do yard work)

I was no longer mad, and the 4 year old won that argument.

Bought the wife the retro Super Nintendo that has like 20 games on it. Brings us back to our childhood.

I'm playing Street Fighter with my 4 year old. He proceeds to whoop my butt. He then looks over at me and proclaims, "You just got schooled son!!" Wife and I died laughing. Have no idea where he learned that phrase.

3 year old of a family friend was telling me how she would handle some male who attacked her.

"Kick him in the nuts!"

I had a van load of relatives in the van and my 3 year old daughter was in the very back. We passed by a mall where a Dick's sporting goods was located, and where she always enjoyed playing. She hollered out, "Dad, stop! There's Dicks, and I been thinking about Dicks all day!"

A good friend's adorable...but downright rambunctious, daughter used to delight in jumping in Daddy's lap for a hug. Too often with painful...for him, results. Of course...being the genuine country boy he is, he would correct her by blurting out a "comment".

One day...of course in front of company, she did her wild jump at daddy's lap routine but he caught her before her landing and held her up giving her a big hug, to which she blurted out;
Stop Daddy...you're crushing my nuts.

Wonder where that came from .

When one of ours were small they said "If we did this my way, it would be a lot easier on both of us".

I come from a long line of Texans. My ex’s family is from all over, and spread out all across the US.
Once, years ago, when I still had a loving wife and a happy little family, we were at a big 4th of July gathering in New Mexico. My son (now 17, probably 3-4 at the time of this story) is having the holiday explained to him by his maternal great grandmother, a woman I still respect & love to this day.
So, everyone is watching this Norman Rockwell moment, and Great Grandma Kincaid wraps up her story with “...and that’s when America was started. Did you know that you’re an American?”

My son, true to his roots, balls his little fists up and proclaims;
“No I’m not. I’m from TEXAS!”

Already being somewhat of a black sheep, I was given the stink eye by several family members and accused of coaching the poor kid.
Sorry, it’s just bred into us.