For parents

son: Mama! I saw a griffen! Flying in the air!

me: .... do you mean an eagle?

son: "whatever." *wanders off*
 
Mine are 24 and 20, now, and I've earned every damned gray hair on my head, thanks to them.

My favorite (now) is when my Diva was about 3. We were at a small book shop in the children's section, close to lunch time, with a soon-to-be-obvious restaurant next door.

D: I'm hungry, Mommy, can we go get sandwiches soon?
Me: Choose your book and we can go home for lunch.
D: I don't want to go home, I want a burger!
Me: I can make you a burger at home.
D: Nonono, I want to go to FUCKERERS!
Me: You mean FUDD-ruckers, but no, we can't go there today.
D: FUCKERERS, I want FUCKERERS!

No book was bought, many stares were had, and it took about a year before I returned to that book store, with or without her. :eek:
 
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