This incident was told to me by my mom, and I vaguely remember it.

When I was young, probably around four or so, I was taken to an outdoor graduation ceremony. It was June, the event was held on the grounds of an old home of one of our town's former elite. The audience was seated on chairs set up on the large lawn, and we were seated on blankets on the ground. It was a glorious early summer day in New England, with intense blue sky and white puffy clouds. I was bored, so I lay down on my back and looked up at the sky and the white puffy clouds moving on the fresh breeze. According to my mom I said in a very audible voice and to no one in particular, "look, the sky is walking!", much to the amusement of those nearby.

When I was little mom took my sister and I to the Christmas parade. Apparently I could not pronounce my "T"'s the came out "F" So every time a large truck rolled passed towing a float I would call out theres a @uck mom! Needles say she was very embarrassed, I do not remember this but I can imagine my poor mother trying her darnedest to shush me....

frogged my cousin's son has the same problem LOLOL I'm not sure if he's grown out of saying it like that yet, but he loves trucks. She'd tell me I take him to the store and he just starts saying it over and over in the toy isle. haha :D

When my son was bout 4-5, we were visiting my parents in Springfield MO. We went to the local mall, and a little while later, my son said, in the volume unique to small children - can be heard for a mile, "Why does everyone here sound like they do on HeHaw?" Yes, people DID hear and look at us and my mother was mortified. We left rather quickly.

Just yesterday my 8 year old grandson come up with a good one. His mom's a nurse and doesn't get to fix delicious meals as often as she'd like, but yesterday she did and proclaimed it to be a culinary achievement. Her son then said, and soon a colonary relievement.

My coworker was hanging out with her nieces & nephews and heard one say: My butt burped!

My 6 yr old granddaughter was sitting on the arm of my hubby's chair. She looked down at him and said "Oh papa, you look like pop the pig" LOL I think he may start that diet soon.

We still use the same names that our daughter called things when she was little. Like the remote. She called it the "mote". I was big into nature, wildlife and all things concerning the outdoors and ponds, because I raised waterlilies. I showed her bullfrogs and toads. One day I saw a little green tree frog, and I said, "Erin, I told you about bullfrogs and toads....do you know what this one is called?" She said, "A bull toad?" So I call them bull toads to this day. She called make up "make stick". There were lots others....can't think of them now. She was the sweetest, funniest little girl. We really had a lot of fun with her.

I little neighbor girl used to call enchiladas "wunchiwadas" - I have to stop myself from saying that whenever I have to say the word to others. My grandson was obsessed with the Statue of Liberty when he was little and called it the Statute of Liverly. Sad when he started saying it correctly. He now says Royals Royce when referring to a Rolls Royce (he's into cars), which seems pretty fitting. There were so many others, but boy they leave your memory so fast!

Another little friend (about 4) was giving me a tour of his preschool. The teacher had made life size outlines of the kids' bodies on butcher paper and taped them on the walls lining a hallway. As we passed his, he said, "This is me. This is my pe-nis (written that way so it can post)." Just so matter of fact, without missing a beat. His mom and I made eye contact and it was ALL I could do to keep from bursting out laughing.

Grandson, about 4 ,was intrigued with mechanical cranes, and all things hooking on to pieces of construction items. He and his mother were downtown when he saw the huge cranes at work. Suddenly he shouted, "Mom, let's go look at the hookers!"

When my son was 4 years old, his playmate got a new baby sister, so Wade asked me if I would get him a baby sister, too. I tried to explain that since his Daddy was in Heaven, I couldn't have a baby. But maybe someday I would get married again and give him a baby sister. My explanation seemed to satisfy him. A few weeks later, I was going on a first date, and Wade met the guy at the door and proudly announced, "You have to marry my Mommy...she's going to have a baby." The expression on the poor guy's face was priceless! [I didn't remarry until Wade was grown, so he never got his baby sister.]

My young daughter had a penchant for mixing syllables and could not say hamburger; It came out, "hamgerbur". Caterpillar was patterkiller, but her best description was for a butterfly; She remarked, "Look, there goes a flutterby!"

I read this in the Readers Digest many years ago. The father was away on a business trip and while he was gone the mother let her young son sleep in the bed with her. They went to the airport to pick up the dad and the young son seeing him walking toward them yelled. Dad guess who slept with Mom while you were gone?

DD was bringing the young grandsons to visit via an early morning plane out of Dallas. Since the sun was so bright, she closed the shade over the 5 year old's window for his comfort. Halfway thorough the flight, he opened the shade, looked out the window, and with alarm cried, "Look, Mommy, heaven's empty! There's nobody there!" His mother reported lots of tittering from nearby seats.

Pet names....my daughter was given a dog named Felicia. She called her "Flea-sha". She had a book about Hob the Goblin, so she named her cat Hob Gobby. When I was little, my brother brought home a black and white kitten for me. My mother said, "What is it's gender?" I thought she said "ginger" so I said, "Let's name him Ginger." She said it again...."What is it's gender?" I thought she said general....so I said, "Let's name him General." So, his name was Ginger General. I named my other cat Fig Orchard. I don't know why, except in the little town where we lived, there was only one industry, and that was a fig cannery, so there were lots of fig orchards all around the area. I had an imaginary friend, whose name was Hurdy Gurdy...and I said he worked at the fig plant.

We had come home from a camping trip and I had not shaved my legs. My son who was almost 4 came up to me and exclaimed “oh Mommy, look at all your splinters!”

When my daughter was young we belonged to a Catholic church that had a glassed room for families to attend mass with little ones. You could hear the mass but couldn't see the altar. When my daughter was around 3 she was old enough to sit with the rest of the congregation. I took her up front so she could see the whole mass. During the mass when the priest eats the host my daughter in a not so quiet voice said "Is it lunch time, mom". You could hear the whole congregation chuckling.

Supposedly I said something that earned me five dollars from The Philadephia Inquirer. When I was three years old and a neighbor kid was just a baby around one, I asked the mother why Ronnie couldn't talk. She said he's just a baby to which I replied ,"I was a dummy too when I was a baby.".

Frogged - my DMIL told me the same about DH when he was a little boy.

I was back to school (preschool) shopping with DD and DS was just a few months old so she was around 2 and 1/2. When I was pregnant with DS we had told her about how when a couple want to have a baby the daddy plants a seed and the the baby grows in mommy until it is time to born. So we're standing in this looong back to school line in Macy's and she sees an obviously pregnant woman, looks at her little brother in the stroller and pips up, "Mommy next time you and daddy decide to have baby I want to watch daddy plant the seed."

Last year DGD who is now 5 and DD were watching Annie on Netflix. When it came to the scene where Miss Hannigan is in a bed clutching a bottle. DGD then 4 remarked, "She's quite a party girl, huh mommy"

We were exiting the Catholic Church with my 4 year old granddaughter and the priest was standing outside the door. Since she went to preschool there I asked my DGD what the priest's name was. She looked blank and I prompted her and asked "Father ?" Her reply was "Father God?"

Thirty years or so ago we took my five-year-old nephew and 7-year-old niece to see the movie "101 Dalmations".

The genius of the Disney movies is that they are written in a way that lets the heavy concepts fly over the younger kid's heads. Apparently my niece just missed, because half way through the movie, she jumped out of her seat, and pointing at the screen, shouted "She's going to make a coat out of those puppies!"

Every adult in the theater found it hilarious.

If only we had had the good sense to write some of these things down. We always think we'll remember them but we don't. Two that I remember............When my son, now 46, turned 5 years old, I took him to the bowling alley with me and a friend introduced him to some of the ladies saying, this is David, he was five years old yesterday. He looked at her very innocently and said, "I still am". Same son handed me a carrot once and said, "Mommy, would you scratch this for me" (As in peel it).

I came from a large family, and my siblings would often act up in church to the point one of us would be lead out by a parent for discipline. One Sunday when I was 4, my Mom was dragging me out down the side aisle during service when I blurt out loudly, "Somebody pray for me!" The entire congregation just broke out laughing- even the priest couldn't keep a straight face! After that scene, I really needed prayer!

loonlakelaborcamp oh my gosh that's hilarious LOLOLOL :D

Our son had just turned two when our daughter was born, so things were a little hectic for a while. One day as I was fixing his lunch, he was sitting at the counter, being (understandably) impatient. I said, "DS, would you please hold your horses." He held up both empty hands, and with a puzzled expression on his sweet face, said, "I doesn't have any whohses."

I am honestly and truly laughing out loud at these - and I even snorted at a couple of them LOL!

With all the talk about bullfrogs and toads and "bull toads" at our house, it isn't any wonder that my daughter called french toast "french toads" when she was little.

When my baby daughter was born, my son was three and the mailman who was a friend and former neighbor asked him if he was a big helper to me with the baby and gave her a bottle. Son replied, 'oh no, Mommy feeds her from her yipple.'

One day my toddler son was being inordinately pesky in the backseat of the car. I'd tried to reason with him, but nope. We both quieted down, but he started up again and I said "Oh Lord all mighty, please help me!" and he retorted back "MOM! I'm right here [I can hear you]!"

"Likes" to every one of these stories. They are so funny.

When DS1 was about 7 I asked him to walk DS2 who was 5 down to his friends place part way down the block. When he came back he asked me why DS2 couldn't go by himself. So I explained to him how I used to walk him to his friends place and how I figured out from that where he could go by himself and at what age and now he could show his younger brother around the neighbourhood a little bit as well.

His comment to me was " So basically I'm just a science experiment."

When my DS was only around 2 or so, he walked into the kitchen where I was cutting his fathers hair. He saw the hair on the floor and said, Oh no what you do. You make a mess, put it back.

A few months ago we went out to eat with my cousin, her husband and 2 older boys. The younger of the two isn't even two years old yet. He was getting upset cos his plate was empty. So she started putting more food on his plate and he started rocking and going ooooh yeah oooh yeah ooooh yeah. Funniest thing :)

My son's favorite: I decided to put my foot down about him getting out of bed every night. While I can't remember what it was that I told him he had to do, he remembers his reply! "You can't do this to me. I'm five [danggit, foot stomping, frowny face]"

DGD had to do a poster project for Kindergarten this year for their 100th day in school. The poster layout had pre-printed questions around the border she was to answer.

In a hundred years I would like to be an expert:

Her answer - an expert mom

Tell what you think the world will be like in a hundred years:

Her answer - Everyone will be dead and there will be zombies and creepers.

When I was with my friend Paula and her granddaughter Amy the other day, Paula stopped by a grocery store and ran inside, leaving me and Amy in the car. Amy wriggled between the two front seats to chat with me, absent-mindedly snacking on her grandmother's Dorito chips. I think she only realized it when the bag was empty LOL. We chatted for a few more moments and Amy said, Sylvia? Don't tell Mimi I ate her chips." I agreed. "Mimi" gets back in the car and we drive away. In less than a minute Amy says, "Mimi?" "Yes sweetheart?" "Nobody ate your chips."