Lets Share Cute kid or grandkid stories!!

My 7 year old wants Puppy Surprise (a pregnant stuffed dog) for Christmas. That was a thing, back when I was a kid. When she first asked for it, I gave her this big lecture on how it's from twenty years ago and you can't still get them. (She likes to watch retro toys videos on YouTube.)

I didn't know at the time that it was re-released.

Her teacher was very concerned the other day because she was getting agitated in class while they were writing letters to Santa. She asked her what was wrong, and my daughter was upset because "the only thing she wants to ask Santa for is Puppy Surprise but Santa just can't bring toys from 1991. It just can't be done." Can you tell we had had this conversation a few times?

She was just distraught

For the record, we did find Puppy Surprise so she will be very happy!

Not Christmas related, but when dd was 3-4 we were outside during the summer, so were many of our neighbors. The mailman walked up and handed me our mail and as he turned and started to walk away dd yells "daddy don't leave!"

It's a good thing she is the exact image of her dad.....

My nieces were here for Thanksgiving and we were looking at some old family photos. My 9-year-old niece, after taking in some 1980s-era pictures of me and my sister, said, "So was 'poof' the hairstyle back then?" LOL.

When my son was about 4 my grandmother passed away, who he also knew very well. I told him that GG had died and of course he started crying. After a little while he looked up at me and said "I shouldn't be crying because we'll see her again when we grow old and die, won't we?" I said "yes, we will." Then he started crying all over again and wailed "But you don't have that long to wait and I do". Ummm, thanks.

Cute stories ladies... 

I have a million of them... but this one is the one that comes to mind at the moment. 

My daughter is now 22 but when she was 4 she decided to make breakfast. It was a Saturday morning. husband and I were laying in bed. she comes in and jumps up on the bed like she did every Saturday morning. She is laying there between us. we are laying there talking about what to have for breakfast and she says she wants eggs. I asked her to go down and look in the fridge to see if we had eggs.  I hate eggs but they love them... I thought this would give me a couple minutes to get out of bed and go downstairs.... Well when I got down stairs she was sitting in the middle of the floor in the kitchen and she had a mixing bowl and the carton of eggs... Didn't know she could reach them... and she was cracking eggs. I asked her what she was doing and she said she was making me scrabbled eggs for breakfast. 

This story has come up through out her life... She actually taught herself to crack eggs and seperate the yolk with one hand.... 

That day she had 18 eggs cracked and more on the floor than in the bowl.... Thank god she was so cute at 4..... I hate eggs. and I hate them more when they are all over the floor. 

yes it is.... now she makes breakfast at least once on the weekends.... he fave now is to make waffles..... 

Mine isn't really appropriate, but it sure cracked me up.

I was in a tizzy about something stupid and inconsequential last night and thirteen year old DS pipes up, "Mom, calm your tits."  Oh boy, that made me laugh (on the inside) so hard... Of course on the outside, I gave him a lecture about the inappropriate language (he says it's something they "all say." Uh, no.) He was immediately sorry, "Oh, my perfect mother, please forgive my terrible language," etc.

Now, all the rest of the evening and this morning, DH and I kept telling each other, sotto voce, to "calm your tits" and cracking up.

My nephew brought his kids to visit at the hospital last week. They are 8, 6 and 4. What a ray of sunshine to us but not so much the rest of the hospice floor. So I took them with me to meet my family at the elevator. They have a nice long tunnel that leads to the parking garage.

They asked what my family looks like. I said "it's two boys and a girl in the middle, just like you. And a daddy." Yet every time someone came through they would ask, "is that your family?" It's two women, one of whom is very pregnant. It's a man all alone. It's a green alien (not really). Does that look like my family?

You knew they remembered what I said because as soon as my family stepped through the doors, "it's your family! They're here!!!!"