Last night my granddaughter was playing with a paper fan and asked me, "Are you too hot Ma'am?" I said yes and she fanned me. She then turned to her dad and asked, "And are you too hot, Ma'am?" In mock anger, he said, "Ma'am?! Ma'am?! Did you call me ma'am?!" Little A was surprised for a moment, then with her hand to her mouth, started giggling. Once she got hold of herself again, she very sweetly said, "Sorry. I meant - Are you too hot, DUDE?"

My friend's little girl (5 yrs old like my granddaughter) asked for a pony. My friend said no. Then little S said, how about if I clean up my room, then can I have a pony? My friend just laughed and said Sure, why not? Hearing this, her 7 yr old son chimed in, "Then can I have a cheetah if I clean my room?" Friend: Sure you can. Not to be left out when mom had apparently lost her mind, her 13 yr old son, Big C, asked, "So can I have a car?" Mom says, "Sure, of course you can." Big C just looked at her for a moment and responded, "You don't have much faith in our accomplishing this, do you Mom?"

Long ago when one of my sons was potty-training, he had one of those little seats you affix to the regular toilet seat. He was so proud that he knew what to do - he came running out to the living room bare-bottomed, held his little seat in front of him and peed through it all over the carpet! Beaming with pride, he announced, "See! I go potty!"

We were out at a street fair when my youngest was four. He was smiling and having a good time - a woman standing near us commented, "You sure are a happy little boy!" He was apparently totally amazed and denied it entirely. Know why? "I'm not happy, I don't have a pet buffalo!"

My mother-in-law babysat one of my sons once and suggested they make Mickey Mouse pancakes together. My son, 2 yrs old at the time, happily agreed. They spent time measuring, stirring, laughing, having fun cooking together. When the pancakes were ready, MIL put them on a plate for my son who promptly said, "But Nana, I don't want to eat them. I don't like pancakes."

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I also have a 3 yr old grandson, baby D. I don't know what movie this baby watched, something with an annihilator or eliminator perhaps? Anyway, he came running into the living room one day, assumed a fighting stance and announced in a fierce voice, "You better watch out! You all better (w)un! Because I am ... The Nibble-Nator!"

My son told his littles once (5 yr old girl, 3 yr old boy), "Uh-oh, I see toys all over the living room." Baby D looked around, raised his fist and said, "Somebody's going to pay for this!"