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Originally posted by P220 Smudge:

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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.

Gosh, there are so many.

When she was three we used to have fun playing the .."I'm gonna kick your butt" stuff. Once, she got mad at me for something I said or did and looked at me and said "Grampa, how would you like to spend the rest of the day walking around with a bloody nose". Along the same line, I once told her if she didn't mind me I was going to come over there and she would be sorry. She said..: "Grampa, you may walk over here but you will be limping back". She got that one from some movie I guess.

When she was close to four I remember walking into the kitchen looking for something and asked about it. She was drawing at the counter there and said to me.."Grampa, if it was up your butt you would know where it is". She got that one from me as I used to say it all the time. Her mom and grandmother were not happy with me over that one so I had to back off a bit.

It's a great time, maybe even the best time with your grand kids. She is five now and is way too sophisticated to have that kind of fun that I will always hold close to my heart.

When my son was about three or four, he identified those that celebrated Christmas as "The Chimney People". Any house that had a chimney, celebrated Christmas. No chimney, no X-Mas.

The chimney aspect of course as related to Santa's entry into houses to deliver gifts.

We are Jewish, and our fireplace is gas, thus no chimney / no Christmas.
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Family vacation to the Great Smoky Mountains. In Gatlinburg, my 5 year old insisted or ordering a cheeseburger. When he refused to eat it and I asked why, he said:
"I don't like Gatlinburg cheese"!

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

That's hilarious. I'm a Texan and have told my boy about Texas a few times. He's very much on a cowboy kick lately, and this feeds right in. Well, about a week ago, he marched into the room and loudly announced that "Texas is my favorite place in the world. Texas is the best place." Now... he's never been, and I've never claimed any such thing around him, he just decided that's the way it is.

When I asked him why he decided that, he said "because there's cowboys there." I tried to explain there were still a few cowboys in other places, too, but he wasn't having any of it.

My now 30 year old daughter was 3 and delaying going to sleep. She knew that using the bathroom was a justified excuse for being out of her bed, so she prances by me in the living room with an air of defiance. Instead of promptly using the toilet, she starts playing with the light switch. I tell her to go to the bathroom and then back to bed. She leans out looks straight at me and says" "Don't tell me!"

She can be bit bossy.

Her son, my first grandchild, is 8 months old. Her comeuppance is in its countdown phase. Had dinner at her house last night and was struck by her beauty. She could pass for a high school girl.

The woman I re-married to came with a daughter. Wife tells of when her daughter was 3 she'd stand outside the ladies' room while her daughter went in by herself. One day in Penny's she came out all excited and announced loudly "Mommy!!! There's corn in my poop!!!"

1000 miles away from there and 18 years since...and my wife still hates going into Penny's...

When my oldest was 4, we were admonished by the director of the daycare center he was going to. It seems he was teaching the other kids in the group the words to "I Drink Alone", the tune by George Thorogood.

My son who is now a pharmacist, at age four told his Montessori teacher:

My mom has vaginal itching, she has Vasisil in her drawer, then he goes into a per Vadum commercial on Vagisil.