That PFHL

You know those days you have when putting together a coherent, intelligent thought is really too much to ask? The whole month of February, and all of March so far have been that way for me. So here you go:

My friend has a four-year-old boy who had this conversation with her one Sunday:

Boy: “I do NOT want to go to Primary!”

Mom: “Why not?”

Boy: “I can’t stand that mean mom! I can’t even look at her face.”

Mom: “Which mean mom?”

Boy: “That pink fluffy haired lady!”

Said PFHL, a sister in the Primary presidency, has a red tint to her hair, so I can see why he thought it was pink, but nobody knows why he thinks she’s mean.

My mother-in-law has been sending me excerpts from the journals she wrote when my husband was a kid. This is my favorite, from when he was almost three:

Mom steps into the hall and sees him staring at a mirror that’s hanging on the wall. He’s holding a pair of scissors and tapping at the glass. She asks him what he’s doing. He says: “I’m trying to cut that little boy out of the mirror.” When she explains why this isn’t possible, he says, “Yeah and Jesus doesn’t want me to cut the mirror with scissors either.”

Kids are so great.

What have your own kids, or kids you know, done or said to make you laugh?

 

 

 

17 thoughts on “That PFHL

  1. When my son was three I took him to the doctor for a check-up. When we were all finished, the doctor said “You are in great shape.” My son smiled and said “Yes, I’m a rectangle!”

    And the other week we were eating lunch and one of my older kids wasn’t sitting still. My two-year-old, who usually can’t say more than two words together, looked at him and clearly shouted “sit down on your bum!”

  2. God’s plan as expressed by my 4 yo after sharing time a few weeks ago: “So, Mom, there’s this new guy, Satan, and he wanted us to choose him so he could be in charge, but we didn’t and now he wants us to do bad things to make him happy, but we don’t want him to be happy, because that will make us sad.”

  3. Last night my 4 yo prayed: “Dear Heavenly Father, please help me to Choose The Right so Santa can bring me a really good present for Christmas.”

    We’ve got her comin’ and goin’!

  4. I took my three-year old daughter in for a well-child check-up. She was very verbal and could carry on a conversation with the doctor with no problem. The doctor was interviewing her, asking about different things and said “Do you ever have any trouble seeing things?” My daughter nodded her head affirmatively and with concern, the doctor asked her to explain. She told her “well, I never see tigers.” Obviously, that was “trouble seeing things!”

  5. FoxyJ, I’m a rectangle too! So cute.

    Angie, your kid’s got the whole plan of salvation in a nutshell! That’s a great summary.

    Jessie, how did your daughter know that’s exactly what I pray for?!

    She told her “well, I never see tigers.” Christine, tell your daughter hi for me. I think we’d be great friends.

    Grandma Honey–yes, 3-5 are such wonderful ages!

  6. My 8 year old just started at a new school, so we were addressing the dress code. I told him he could wear everything he owned because nothing he owned had “profanity” on it. When asked to explain what profanity was, I said it was clothing that had anything ugly, disrespectful, or naughty on it. My 4 year old piped up with, “then I guess I can’t wear my new Christmas pajamas to his school”….I was completely perplexed, and asked him to explain…well, he reminded me, they had “naughty” all over them…as in “Santa wants to know if you are naughty or nice”….I was soooo giggly…..

  7. The #1 reason I keep a blog is to record crazy/silly/memorable moments like this.

    Just last night my son didn’t want to eat one of his baby carrots, so he put it under his plate. His glass plate. The plate tipped to one side with the carrot under it, and Gavin just kept eating like nothing was amiss. Apparently he thought that if he couldn’t see it, no one could!

  8. My 11 year old reads a ton and has an extensive vocabulary. The only problem is that he doesn’t know the correct pronunciations for the words because he’s only read them. So he’ll say a long, smart-sounding sentence with a word or two I can’t recognize until I decipher it backwards. It makes me giggle every time.

  9. I just had one this morning. I was telling my 5-year-old daughter about a baby shower I’d attended last night. I was talking about all the fun activities that had occured. She thought for a moment and then asked, incredulously, “So you didn’t really wash any babies?”

  10. Stephanie, that’s my 11 year old son, too. I have to listen for the context. My 9 year old daughter prayed the other day for “mom to have time to make or buy me a lunch because what they have in the cafeteria is gross.” I made time to get her a real lunch!

  11. At his well-child check up, my 4 year old was in front of the eye chart. Going through the test, one eye covered, he asked the medical assistant, “can you give me a hint?”

  12. One of our favorite activities as a family is to read a book of family letters that includes notable quotables. Here’s an example:

    Background: #1 (a son, then age 5) loved to draw. One thing that he loved drawing for a while was a “dotted-line” representation of the Holy Ghost (you know, because he has no body).
    My husband decided to take advantage of a teaching moment with #2 (then age 4).
    Dad: Does Heavenly Father have a body?
    #2: Yes.
    Dad: What does Jesus have?
    #2: A body.
    Dad: What about the Holy Ghost?
    #2: Just dots.

    (I posted a few more a while back, here.)

  13. My middle girl is getting more independent with her reading, and phonics are involved. Between her sinuses, and the Wasatch Front dialect she’s grown up in, things are… funny. Did you know that tree is properly spelled “chree” (try it… you’ll see!), and dress is “jress” (again, gotta say it out loud!), and spider is actually sbider?

    Any my four year old, waking up with really severe growing pains, told me she needed to drink lots of coffee, so she’d never have to grow more, and her poor legs would stop hurting.

    Kids are AWESOME!

  14. When I told my 10 year old that menopause is like puberty backwards, she decided to call it “yudder bup.” What? Then she spelled it, “ytrebup.”

  15. My son once asked me what soap was made out of and I told him. “Lye and fat”. He went to school and told his class that he had learned that soap was made out of “Lion Fat”.

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