I started my blog over four years ago to share my kids’ funny questions and comments. At that time, they were 10, 7 and 5. Now they’re older, they don’t say so many funny things, but we do still get a few gems.
Here’s some from the last year or so…
Daughter age 8 3/4: I like the feel of scabs. It’s one of my favourite things to feel.
Daughter age 8 3/4: (on Stephen Hawking) He’s the cleverest man in the world, but he can’t talk? That’s the weirdest thing ever.
Daughter age 9: I didn’t finish my ice cream yesterday. Where would it be now?
Eldest age 13 3/4: Are hippies bad people? Why did the Americans try to kill them?
Daughter age 9 (eating lasagne): I’m just going to leave these prostitutes.
Me: These what?
D: Pasta sheets.
(Breathes sigh of relief)
Daughter age 9: I didn’t know guinea pigs had willies and minnies, I just thought they had bums.
(Her watch has stopped, but she’s wearing it anyway) Daughter age 9 1/4: I’m just going to set it for a time when I think I’ll wake up and wonder what time it is.
Daughter age 9 1/2: All Dads are grumpy.
Daughter: I said Dads, not DADDIES!
Daughter age 9 1/2 (to me, on the day after my birthday): You did that well. Does being a year older make you better at cutting cheese?
Daughter age 9 1/2: The Eden Project is just a lot of green sheds.
(She means greenhouses. How has she made it to 9 1/2 without knowing the word ‘greenhouse’?)
Daughter age 9 1/2: That lady was nice, wasn’t she? Old ladies are usually nice.
(The lady in question was about 46!)