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Friday Family History: NO, We Don't!

When I asked for suggestions for this week's blog post, my oldest daughter suggested I tell a story about my oldest son.  Since he wasn't around to agree to that, I countered with the following story about my daughter.  She agreed.
 
My oldest daughter spoke at an incredibly early age.  During a church service when she was 9 months old, she dropped one of her toys.  A woman sitting in the pew behind us retrieved the toy and handed it to my daughter.  Both the woman and I looked at each other in amazement when my daughter piped up, "Thank you."  

Back in those younger days, when I still believed that a parent's success could be judged by a child's behavior, I was feeling pretty  pleased with myself.  My sweet, adorable daughter not only was clearly a speech prodigy, but she was also incredibly polite.  What more could a mother ask for?  

Fast forward a year.  Dear Daughter was now almost 2 years old.  She spoke clearly, and in complete sentences.  She often delighted me as she verbalized her thoughts.  One day, however, she shocked me.  

We were riding in the car.  John drove, I sat in the front seat, and our oldest son and daughter sat in their car seats in the back.  For some reason, Daughter became upset with Son, and said something not-so-kind to him.  While I don't remember the exact words she said to him, I clearly remember our exchange:

Me:  "[Daughter], we don't say things like that."

Daughter:  "Oh, yes we do, PIGNOSE!"

Pignose?!  John and I were so shocked that it was all we could do to keep from bursting out laughing.  We managed to keep our cool, though, employed the parenting technique called "ignore the behavior", and (to our knowledge) Daughter never called anyone else "Pignose." 

Have you ever been shocked by your children?


Thanks for unintentionally funny moments.


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  1. Too funny! Oh yes, my son still shocks me and he's 22!!! LOL

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  2. The most shocking was when oldest daughter (of mine) at age 5 climbed into the back of our pickup truck camper shell which had a fly in and said as loud as can be "Get the f-ing (but she said the whole real complete word!!) fly out of here!!" Shocked? Yes!! The neighborhood kids were no longer allowed to hang around my little 5 year old!!!

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