This thread has made me laugh out loud. We have lots of random conversations in our house.
Current favourites include (every time we pass a cemetery)
DS3: If you fall asleep on the bench in a cemetery, you will get dead DD5: No, you have to be lying in the mud under the stones DS3: But then how will you see if you are dead? DD5. Mummy, tell him... Me: <sigh>
DD5 who is currently into her musicals: Annie, Bugsy Malone, Oliver etc
DD: "Mummy why do they sing instead of talking?" Me: Because it's fun and it sounds nice DD: Like Daddy's popsies! (farts)
And lots of 'jokes'
Why did the chicken cross the river? Because the fish ate the crabs
My all time favourite came when DD was 4 and had just started school. Me- What did you have for snack today? DD-Lemon. Me- Lemon?? Don't you mean Melon? DD- Lemon, Melon, you know what I mean Mummy. Its the same letters, just a slightly different word.
another good one from her age 5; DD- Can I have google earth on please. Me- Yes, what for? DD- I want to look for Australia. Me- Oh, Grandads Mummy lives in Australia DD- Really? How interesting. Me- We could look for her house if you want. DD- Not really Mummy, I was being narsastic. (I can only assume she meant sarcastic)
DS1 was about 5 yo. (Bit older than a toddler, but bear with me - he is now 20yo)
We always used to go out on a Saturday morning, his choice where we went (DS2 has SN so this was our time with DS1).
He announced that he wanted to go to Cods
We asked "where is Cods" - to be told, "The good place where the interesting things are" We said that we did not know where he meant, cue hysterical crying "You know, you took me there, it's really good with dead people"
We then spent 2 hours driving around all the places that we had visited in the last few months with DS1 in Manchester, to find as we drive up Oxford Road near to Manchester University "THERE, THERE IS CODS".
It was Manchester Museum. I have no idea where he got the name from.
Loved this thread. My DS1 appears determined to attract social services attention. The other day, aged 3, he told me that "daddy just did kick me down the stairs and then he did kick me in the head". Daddy was quietly sorting out the laundry!!