Out of the mouths of babes ..........

My 6 year old Grandaughter asked her mum why one of their dogs was giving the other one a "piggy back"

I was about twelve years old when one day, as I was walking to school I saw two dogs in what I thought was distress. I found a telephone box and rang the RSPCA. I explained that two dogs were joined together and asked if they would come to help separate the dogs. I can only guess at the laughter that went on in the RSPCA's office when my naive message was passed round.

Maybe if I stand on a book I can grow long, slim legs instead of my short, chubby ones. Ha ha! If only!

I gave DGD a hot water bottle for the first time. It had a bear cover and I filled it with not too hot water.
On her way to bed, clutching it she asked " when can I drink it?"

She was about 3. I have also shrunk 2 inches. 😔

I saw a clip the other day of a little Australian girl of about 4 looking out of the window on to their garden. Suddenly she shouts “it’s a fu**ing goat”!! (Munching on their flowers).

The Mother quietly says “it’s just a goat” but the girl replies “No, it’s a fu**ing goat”.

No doubt Daddy will be in trouble when he comes home! 😝

Always taught my now AD not to talk to strangers..but one day in a huge supermarket I struck up a conversation with an elderly man… my 3/4 child said in loud voice Mommy don’t talk to old strangers-he might run off with you

Primrose53

I saw a clip the other day of a little Australian girl of about 4 looking out of the window on to their garden. Suddenly she shouts “it’s a fu**ing goat”!! (Munching on their flowers).

The Mother quietly says “it’s just a goat” but the girl replies “No, it’s a fu**ing goat”.

No doubt Daddy will be in trouble when he comes home! 😝

I love that clip - the child's earnest face when she corrects her mother and says "No - it's a f****ing goat is hysterical.
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When I was about 8 years old I remember walking home from school with my younger brother and we passed a field with a couple of horses in it . One of them had what we thought was a leg protruding from its tummy. I remember racing home and excitedly telling my mother that a baby foal was being born as one of its legs was already visible and could we go back and watch. My mother must have laughed to herself but can’t remember how she dissuaded me from going back

Ilovedogs22

My son was very bold & loved words. One day whilst out shopping we met a gentleman of a certain age who stopped to chat.
My darling son pipes-up (loudly!) with 'Why are you talking to that old, bald, wrinkly, scruffy- man mummy?' Luckily for us the
gentleman was rather hard of hearing too. 😊

At 3, dd1 said (in sorrowful tones) to a cheerful-looking white-haired man we didn’t even know, who was probably no more than mid 60s, ‘You’re very old, aren’t you? You’re probably going to die soon!’ 😱
He took it very well!

Gdd1’s ‘best’ was probably at just under 3, at her nursery. When one of the staff asked what she was doing in the play kitchen, she replied, ‘I’m having a glass of wine.’ 😂

Gdd1’s ‘best’ was probably at just under 3, at her nursery. When one of the staff asked what she was doing in the play kitchen, she replied, ‘I’m having a glass of wine.’ 😂

Years ago a friend who was a qualified nursery nurse liked to think she had the edge over all us other young mums.
One day she was doing crafts with her young children, making models with cardboard boxes.
When she asked her three year old daughter what hers was, the little girl replied with the name of a local carvery pub!
Poor friend was mortified 😁

My husband and I were fond of almond shortbread, I made some one day and gave some to our little grandson. We heard him tell his mummy “Nanny gave me playdough to eat today”. I then realised playdough has a similar smell to almond essence. I quickly explained I wasn’t trying to poison her son. My grandson who is now 20 still loves my shortbread just not almond flavoured. 😋

Witzend

Ilovedogs22

My son was very bold & loved words. One day whilst out shopping we met a gentleman of a certain age who stopped to chat.
My darling son pipes-up (loudly!) with 'Why are you talking to that old, bald, wrinkly, scruffy- man mummy?' Luckily for us the
gentleman was rather hard of hearing too. 😊

At 3, dd1 said (in sorrowful tones) to a cheerful-looking white-haired man we didn’t even know, who was probably no more than mid 60s, ‘You’re very old, aren’t you? You’re probably going to die soon!’ 😱
He took it very well!

Gdd1’s ‘best’ was probably at just under 3, at her nursery. When one of the staff asked what she was doing in the play kitchen, she replied, ‘I’m having a glass of wine.’ 😂

I remember my son’s teacher showing me his drawing of ‘My Kitchen’. Lovely clear work surfaces, except for one bottle, with GIN written on the label. Bad enough, but next to it was a cup, not even a crystal glass!

Bwahahaha that's cute