Skip to main content

Little Kids Are Awesome 3

I'm around little kids a lot, so I get to talk and play with them a lot.  And little kids act on pure emotions, so they often say and do things without regard to what other people think.  Most of the time, it's just a conversation.  Every now and again, though, I am privy to absolute hilarity.  Don't believe me?  Check out the first and second installments in this series.

My usual caveat applies here; by no means am I making fun of the toddlers (that'd be more than a tad mean).  I do think that some of the things they say are amusing, though.  And in the spirit of the blog, I do some extra typing.

So, without further ado:

  • Dad: "Hey, don't touch tia's flowers.  She works hard on getting them to grow"
    Kid: "I'm not touching them.  I'm picking them up"

    The verbal sleight of hand caused more than one (muffled) chuckle in the room.
  • (This little girl is old enough to go to school, so she usually doesn't join us.  Today, though, she is on vacation)
    Kid's Mom: "Hey sweetie.  Did you have a good day?"
    Kid: "Yup"
    Kid's Mom: "What was your favorite part?"
    Kid: "Lunch"

    Either my mom is a ridiculously good cook, or I need to work on how to make my reading more entertaining.
  • Mom: "You guys get a surprise"
    (hands out fruit)
    Girl: "No tia, I want a chocolate surprise"

    She didn't get her chocolate, but I was amused at the creativity.
  • Mom: "Snack time. [Girl], how old are you?"
    Girl: "I'm four years old"
    Mom: (counting out cookies) "One, two, three, four ... here you go.  , how about you, how old are you?"
    Boy: "FIVE!"
    Mom: "What? You're not five, but you are almost three years old."
    Boy: "No, five. I get five cookies!"

    You'd be amazed at the skills little kids suddenly display when they find it in their best interests to do so.  We didn't even know he could count to five, much less understand concepts like "bigger" or "smaller" up until this point.

    (For the curious,  his three cookies were slightly bigger, so it's not like he got cheated out of his snack)
  • (speaking to one of the children's mom)
    Mom: "Good morning"
    Kid's Mom: "Good morning, and happy birthday.  We told him it was your birthday yesterday"
    Kid: *singing* "Happy birthday tomorrow, happy birthday tomorrow"
    Kid: "Where's the cake?"

    This was a double whammy.  He didn't fully understand how time worked yet, but he was told that my mom's birthday was "tomorrow," so that's what he went with.  The cake part was awesome; you can tell what he associates with the word "birthday."
  • Mom: "It's [my brother's] birthday"
    Kid: *singing* "Happy birthday today, happy birthday today, happy birthday [brother]"
    Kid: "I want cheesecake"

    Same kid.  He figured out that whole time thing.
  I've said it before, and I'll say it again.  Little kids are ridiculously fun to be around sometimes.  Sure, you have to watch over them and teach them various things, but I'll gladly trade the time in exchange for the amusement they bring to the table.

Labels

Labels:

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Pink

Way back in high school, there was a male teacher that all the girls thought was attractive. It was an open secret that a bunch of them had crushes on him. In fact, the school newspaper even did an article about him that quoted some girl saying, "he's so cute, he even makes pink look good." Yes, he had worn a pink shirt to school one day, and it had apparently been a big hit. I was reminded of this story when my sister-in-law suggested that she would choose pink as the color for her wedding and bridal party. I don't think I've ever made a color look good before, but I remember thinking, "well, I know it's possible to not look stupid in pink as a straight guy, I guess I can try." And I think that's almost exactly what I told her. I also happened to own a gray suit, so I figured the combination would look all right. However, I was pretty much the only one willing to play along. My sister-in-law's brothers wanted absolutely no part of th...
Post a Comment
Read more

Dreams

Normally, I don't eat very many sweets. I tend to eat pretty generous portions, but I generally prefer savory food over sweet. In fact, I usually prefer things half as sweet when possible. My preference doesn't have anything to do with health reasons, it's just one of those things that I've always liked better. That said, I do inevitably eat dessert, particularly if I'm out with other people. My stance towards dessert is roughly equivalent to those who are social drinkers . If other people want to munch on something for dessert, I'm not about to cross my arms and refuse. That'd be just a tad gauche. So, I do eat some dessert. I even have a few standby favorites that I'll usually order when presented with them (brownies, creme brulee, and apple pie). But left to my own devices, I'm not about to go hunting for dessert. Apparently, this means that the sugar can really mess with my system under the right circumstances. As I've discovered, ...
Post a Comment
Read more

New York City Trip (Day 1)

After my crappy flight , I was now in Newark, New Jersey at 7AM on a Friday morning. I had done a little bit of reading up, so I knew which bus I needed to take and where I was going to get off. All in all, getting into the city was surprisingly easy. I suppose speaking the language does make things simpler. Through no real planning of mine (a theme of the trip, at least on my part), I picked one of the later bus stops at which to get off, Grand Central. I actually just figured that getting off at Grand Central would give me options, and heck, it's called Grand Central. That just screamed "decent place to disembark that might be close to some stuff" to me, so that's where I got off. However, it also meant that we drove down 42 nd St to get to my bus stop. That just happens to be a big street, and it gave me a glimpse of Times Square as we drove by. My bus stop choice had accidentally given me a rough layout of the city. Go me. I had about 6 hours to kill...
1 comment
Read more