Grace, 3 years old

I was trying to explain “college” to the kids, and dorms when we were driving to Purdue with Sheri.
Me: It’s like a building full of bedrooms, and there’s one for girls and one for boys.
Grace: Why don’t the boys and girls live together?
Me: That would be inappropriate.
Grace: Yeah, it’s inappropriate for girls to watch boys when they’re sleeping.
Me:  Yes it is. (and creepy…)
Grace: Girls shouldn’t see boys sleeping, because sometimes their shirts are up and their tummies are out.
(Yes.  THAT’S the reason boys and girls shouldn’t live together.)

On this trip to Purdue, we drove past a big flatbed trailer (sorry Sheri, I had to)
Sheri: Hey kids, look at that truck!  What is it carrying?  Is that hay or straw?
Me: That’s corn.
(Lots of laughing)


Ada: Mom, can my Care Bear sit on your lap?  I promise she won’t poop on you.

(Ada had to get a chicken pox vaccine Saturday for Pre-K)
Ada: Mom, I want to get another shot.
Me: What??  I thought it really hurt??
Ada: I guess it didn’t hurt that bad.
Me: Well, you’ll have to get 3 more for Kindergarten.
Ada: WHAT???   I don’t want 3 more shots!
Me: You just said you wanted another shot!
Ada: Yeah, but not THREE!!
Me: But you have to before you can go to Kindergarten.
Ada: I don’t want to go to Kindergarten then.  I’ll skip that part.
(She later decided she would get one shot per day, rather than all at once)


Eli: Mom, why Grace is crying?
Me: She’s not, buddy, she’s singing.
(Man, that was a burn and he doesn’t even know it.)