Someone give that kid a doughnut!
The mall, the supermarket, the PTA meeting - who knows where they will strike. Kids will say just about anything, anywhere to anyone. Please share in this section all of the wonderful, witty and embarrassing things that have come out of your child's mouth recently. Disclaimer: Neither this section or the BabyOwls website is in anyway supported by Art Linkletter. Remember this site is written by you! If you would like to submit your cutie's quips for all to see click here. I will choose approximately 10-20 per week to post.
Chief Mommy Owl - Baby Babble
This is a difficult section for me to weigh in under because my child is only ten months old and doesn't say a whole heck of alot just yet. I think she says "kitty", but I'm really not sure. What I am sure of is that she doesn't say Mommy. About a month ago she started making this funny little noise. It's hard to describe, but is sounds kind of like a-tukka, tukka, tukka, tukka. It's hilarious! The problem is that I can't get her to do it in from of anyone else. I have been trying to have her do it while I am on the phone with my mother, but she just sits there and grins at me.
Bad Boys, Bad Boys, Whatch gonna do?- Dionna L., Georgia
Last week my husband came home in a very bad mood. He had been stopped by a policeman on the way home and given a very hefty speeding ticket (I'm always telling him to slow down.) and spent the better part dinner hollering away about the injustice of it all. Three days later, I am in the car with my four year old daughter when I get pulled over for what turned out to be a broken tail light. The officer steps up to the car and asked me for my license and registration. While I am looking in my purse, the officer looked into the back seat and smiled at my daughter and said, "Hello little girl." She looks back at him without missing a beat and said, "My Daddy hates cops." Thank goodness the police officer had kids of his own and didn't hold it against me.
The Familiar Zoo- Lindsey H., Ontario
I took my five year old son to a local zoo one Sunday to pass the time. We arrived at a large pen which held some kind of large orange gorilla. My son stopped and stared intently at the animal for a long time. I asked him if he wanted to give the animal a peanut and he said no, he just kept on staring. When I asked him what he was thinking about he looked at me and asked me if we were related to the gorilla. Astonished I asked him why he would say such a thing. Innocently he looked up at me and said, "Because this gorilla looks just like Grandma." It occured to me later that perhaps he was referring to my mother-in-law's red hair.
A Night at the Ballet- Sandra L., Delaware
My teenage daughter's ballet class was holding a dance recital one night, so I got my five year old son all dressed up and took him with us. The night got a little bit long and I noticed him starting to fidget in his seat. I turned to him and asked him what he thought of the dancing. He said something, but I couldn't make it out over the music. I asked him to repeat himself, but I still didn't understand. I asked him a third time and the music stopped just in time for everyone in the auditorium to hear my son shout at the top of his lungs, "This is just plain terrible."
Take me out of the Ballgame- Lisa H., Vermont
My daughter and I attended a fair while visiting some friends in another state. I noticed a table where some minor league baseball players were signing autographs. Thinking my daughter would get a kick out of seeing some real life baseball players we went over and got in line. When our turn came, one of the players handed my daughter a signed baseball and asked her if she was a big fan. She looked at him and said, "You guys stink." Embarrassed I told her to apologize to the man. She looked at me and said, "But Mommy, that's what Daddy always says to the baseball people on TV."
The Devil Goes to School- Rachel S., California
You really have to watch what you say around kids. One night I was lamenting to my husband about how I couldn't believe how much I had eaten at dinner. "Oh well," I joked, "I guess the devil made me do it." The next day my daughter comes home with a note from school that she had been given an extra homework assignment for misbehaving in class. I called my daughter's teacher and she explained to me that my daughter had knocked over several paint jars during art time. When the teacher asked for an explanation my daughter sassily answered back, "I guess the devil made me do it."