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For more on marking an answer as the "Best Answer", please visit our FAQ.My son asked me how babies got into mummies' tummies. He was only four so I gave him a straightforward honest answer about daddies willies and mummies special hole and special loving 'cuddles'. Short silence followed by 'I was looking forward to being a man and now I've changed my mind'
He's grown up now and he's changed his mind back again!
I remember when my eldest daughter was about four , we were sitting on a bus chatting away when an elderly lady came on with her pet cat in a little pet carrier. Within minutes , my daughter and I both noticed an awful pong - which quite clearly was coming from the seat in front of us. (I'm giving the old lady the benefit of the doubt that it was the cat who had fouled it's basket and not her herself !) My daughter turned to me and said mum - which given her history of cutting straight to the chase in a foghorn voice - I quickly interrupted her to keep her talking about anything in general. On she went though , mum , mum until finally she shouted out at the top of her voice "But mum , I have to ask you .... have you pooed yourself ?" You could have heard a pin drop on the bus and the worst thing was , the old lady turned round to look at me quite indignantly as if I HAD ! Even when I tried to protest to my daughter that I hadn't , she kept on saying "Are you sure mum ? Well what's that funny smell ?" Oh the shame ! In April this year as well , we took her to the 'Big In Falkirk' event and they had the fairground there. She loves taking a shot of the hook the duck and looking proudly at her big cuddly toy which she won , she shouted out "Mum , dad - look what I won. I just love hooking it and i'm a great hooker eh ?" We were left coughing and spluttering !!! Sadly she gets that from me - I'm constantly putting my foot in it and i'm the queen of Double Entendre.
My eldest daughter came home from school with a Nativity picture of Mary, Joseph and Jesus, and a large rotund individual in the foreground. When asked who he was, she said, with the patience reserved for imbiciles that is the hallmark of the six year old mind "That's Round John Virgin!"
My youngest daughter and I were on a bus to nursery when she was three, and an elderly black gentleman got on and sat near to us. Studying the gentleman for some time, my daughter, who had never seen a black man, advised me, him, and the entire bus, that "That man's got black skin!" "I know," I said quietly, hoping she'd take the hint, "He's a black man." My quiet voice must have worked, because after a few more minutes of intense scrutiny, my daughter confirmed the further observation, with a stage whisper the whole bus could hewar, "He's got black ears!" The gentleman was gracious enough to smile, I could have slid under the bus doors without opening them!
At a 40th Anniversary party I was sitting around the table with the family (some quite posh) & a bottle of 40 year old brandy was presented to the host. He poured out a small glass & it was passed around for everyone to have a bit of a taste. Everyone had a little & each made some sort of comment on how delicious this 'sacred' brandy tasted...when it was passed to 5 year old Emily, who dipped her finger into it,wrinkled up her nose & said "Urrrrr...THAT'S MINGING".
Cringe.....