Where to begin!!!!!!!!!!!!
In the bank on the army base we were attached to, queuing in the bank or somewhere, my daughter, about 3, stroked the bare arm of the West Indian soldier in front and said You're very brown, have you been sunbathing? He laughed and told her No, I don't have to lie in the sun.
When she was just beginning to talk everyone with a beard was Daddy, which could be a bit embarrassing.
Driving to Hull for the ferry back to Germany, second daughter, about 31/2, shouted goolie, goolie. We were a bit shocked until she pointed to the road sign for Goole, didn't know she could read so well.
A fairly strait-laced friend was sitting in the car waiting for his wife and their daughter, again about 3 or 4, spouted a foul mouthful. As he described it, he white knuckled the steering wheel for dear life and asked where she'd heard words like that? It's written on that wall over there Daddy.
Allegedly just after the Coronation when HM was touring the country my brother, almost 3, commented Bloody Queen again when she was on the TV news. Father got the blame for that one.