Well, the one we repeated until my daughter, now 11, asked us to stop, is as follows:
My daughter (3 then) and I were at an IKEA one hot day getting frozen yogurt cones and a lady nicely shared her table with us since it was busy that day. The lady struck up a conversation and my daughter, who would talk to anyone and was a precocious talker, chatted with her happily. My daughter asked the lady where she came from, and the lady said, "I came from God."
Now, I'm a Christian but I still find this kind of chat "precious" and rather annoying. Nevertheless, I didn't say anything even though my daughter, as anyone would realize, wanted to know where the woman hailed from. In any case, they continued their chat until the woman had finished her cone and got up to go. She said good-bye and my daughter, who had fairly good manners for her age, called, "Bye!"
Then after a slight hesitation, wanting to really send her off well, she added in a loud voice so that the woman (and everyone nearby) could hear it, "I hope you go back to God soon!"
I'm still laughing at that one.
At the same age she attended a prenatal exam with me and got to hear her brother's heartbeat. She was not impressed. When the doctor tried to call her attention to it, asking if she could hear it, she said, "I have ears, y'know." She couldn't get much on the heartbeat monitor with me laughing so hard.
A few years later, while we sat in her Sunday School meeting at church waiting for her to say the prayer (her assignment that day), she saw some (adult) family friends at the back and wanted to show them her band-aid. So she proudly held it up for the whole assembled parents, teachers and children to see... her beautiful Spongebob band-aid, on the back of the middle finger of her hand. I snatched her hand down pretty fast but the friends at the back were falling out laughing.
Now much son... He recently shouted, out of nowhere, "Pack up my head, I'm goin' to Paris!" I have no idea why. But I love it.
I wish I could think of more about my son, but he's a little more surreal. She's more situational. And the toddler is abstract.
She just came over to tell me there's a "buggy" on her foot. Looks like a small scab, actually.
I could go into a long list of tales of my siblings, mind you... the time my sister couldn't understand what it meant to move to Utah... "I tah? Me tah?" Or when my brother didn't know what to put on so mom told him to just run around the house in his "panties" so he started to head outside to do just that. My kids come by it honestly.
Last, I'll throw in a twist. Because we are those sort of people, our parents also say the funniest things. When I was a teenager, my mom got a promotional thingy from the hospital about getting a mammogram. She knew the doc (she's a nurse) and she laughed and told my dad, "Ha. He wants me to pay him to squeeze my breasts when you'll do it for free."
When I came down with one sickness after another one year, my husband called my mom and gave her a run-down of everything that had gone wrong with me in the last 6 months. She told him he couldn't have a refund. Apparently not everyone thinks that's funny... he told it to someone at work and they were shocked. Eh, well.
She also often says, "Beats a sharp stick in the eye."
The many ages of AS. Or general weirdness. Jury's still out on this family.
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