The face of a child can say it all, especially the mouth part of the face. Unknown
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My 2-year-old son called charcoal briquets “barbe-cubes.”
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My 3-year-old was fascinated with numbers – and breathtakingly good at math. Watching him one day my friend, said, “Oh, J-! What are you going to be?”
J- replied, “Four.”
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The 4-year-old boy was asked to return thanks before Thanksgiving dinner. The family members bowed their heads in expectation. He began his prayer, thanking God for all his friends, naming them one by one. Then he thanked God for Mommy, Daddy, brother, sister, Grandma, Grandpa, and all his aunts and uncles. Then he began to thank God for the food. He gave thanks for the turkey, the dressing, the fruit salad, the cranberry sauce, the pies, the cakes, even the Cool Whip.
Then he paused, and everyone waited — and waited. After a long silence, the young fellow looked up at his mother and asked, “If I thank God for the broccoli, won’t He know that I’m lying?”
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(I got this story from a friend. While I don’t remember the precise details, the dialog is as exactly it was told to me.)
My very pregnant friend took her 3-year-old daughter to the doctor. In the course of the visit, the doctor asked the child if she knew what the new baby’s name would be.
“If it’s a girl, we’ll call her Dorothy,” replied the girl.
“That’s a nice name,” said the doctor.
“And,” continued the child, “if it’s a boy we will call him Toto.”
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Sometimes I wonder if God finds His children as amusing as I find mine.