My four-year-old daughter was so excited that I put bubbles in the bathtub she said, “I’m so happy I could just scream like a little girl!” Thank you for saying so rather than doing so.
Another time she asked my husband, “Dad, did Jesus make your hair very small?” She’d never seen him getting a hair cut, nor seemed to notice every time it was shorter, so it seemed a valid question.
My seven-year-old daughter was making mistakes with her math worksheet. She wasn’t paying attention to whether or not it was an addition or subtraction problem, as it kept changing on her. I said, “Pay attention to the symbol. The symbol is key.”
She responded in a flowy voice: “The symbol is the key to the door with the answer inside.”
She is our dramatic child.
And here’s one from a friend of mine:
Son 1: “Mom! I can’t find my snoopy. Have you seen him?”
Son 2: “Maybe someone stole him. Maybe a robber came into our house when we were sleeping and STOLE him!”
Son 1: “Noooo. No robbers can break into our house because we have SOCIAL SECURITY!”