Babies rule!

I just can’t get over these funny and interesting musings from tots.  The e-mails just keep pouring in. Hope you enjoy these: 

Brownouts

Once, when my girl was four years old, she asked me if I could produce a sound by blowing my clasped hands. I said yes and she let me try. She wanted to learn, so I taught her how to position her hands so she could produce the sound. She tried to blow her clasped hands many times, but to her dismay, she couldn’t do it. She also asked her father to do the same, but she was quite disappointed that no sound could be heard from her

hands. Just then she sat in a corner and said, "Ay brownout ang sa ’kin." – Margie, Cagayan de Oro

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On Colors and Pumpkins

Dear Maricel,

I would like to share with you some funny words that my four-year-old daughter once uttered while I was teaching her. She is in KG1.

We were studying colors and shapes by differentiating the colors violet and orange, using vegetables as an example. I asked her, "What is the color of eggplant?" She answered with much gusto, "Violet," I said "very good." The next questions was, "What is the color of pumpkin?" She was thinking hard, so I thought of giving her some clue. I said, it starts with letter "O." Eagerly, she answered "Oblong." Of course, I had to explain to her the difference between oblong and orange. – Rose Boyles

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Dear Maricel,  

I would to share with you my four-year-old son Joaqui’s one-liners. – Doris Suarez Joaquin’s One-Liners 

Mommy: Oh Joaqui, my goodness! What have you done?

Joaqui: Mommy, I’m not your goodness!

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Joaqui shows Amang his plate after lunch.

Amang: Joaqui, you’re the winner!

Joaqui: Anong winner, champion!

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Mommy: Joaqui will you cry when I die?

Joaqui: No! OK lang!

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For Love of Bubbles

Daddy: Why are you crying?

Kakie: (Still in tears) Because I don’t want the bubbles to go, they’re my friends eh. – Daddy Kiko

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‘When I Grow Up’

I was driving my five-year-old son Timothy to school when we had this conversation:

Mama: Tims, when you grow up, could you drive me naman to bring me to my clinic?

Timothy: Yes Ma. I will be the one to drive you.

Mama: Yey! Really?

Timothy:  Yes Mama. (He glances up like a dream.) When I grow up … I want to be a driver. – Dr. Maria Victoria

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Naptime Blues

Mama: Vince, I am going out, ok? Take your nap, ok?

Vince: Ok Mama. I hope I nap so tagal so when I wake up, you are near na. – Mama Donna

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Ok To Be Sad

Donny: Daddy, I’m sad.

Daddy:  It’s ok to be sad, Donny.

Donny:  No, dad. I’m mad.

Daddy:  Oh Donny, if you’re mad, Jesus is sad. Dad is also sad.

Donny: Daddy, it’s ok to be sad. – Daddy ANP

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Mom’s Favorite

Mom, you’re my fayderit… – Gabriel Lising

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