Thought you guys might get a kick out of this story.

My 2 1/2 year old nephew is out riding his toy Motorcycle in the yard the other day with his sister. He's trying to get some speed going and she keeps getting in his way and slowing him down. All of a sudden he looks over at her and starts yelling "Just P#^&#^&#^&#^&#^&g Go!!! Just P#^&#^&#^&#^&#^&g Go!!!".......I wonder where he learned that one from.....Dad. My Bro-in-law was trying his damndest not to start laughing while he was reprimanding him for it. But he has no one to blame but himself


Remember.....They hear EVERYTHING

And it's harder to break them from it later on.

Aren't kids great? :)
I had just come home from a 1 year deployment and my daughter was 3 or 4 years old. Some kid rode his bike through the yard and I asked her who it was. She say: "Oh, he's one of the D@*#heads." Nice and calm as if she were saying his name was Smith. My FIL had a bad habit of calling the kids he didn't like by that name......
I had to ask him to refrain from calling them that while his grand daughter was present.

Remember.....They hear EVERYTHING

I agree,it all stems from home.

:rotf3:

You talk and listen to kids and they're a window into their home. Sometimes it's not funny, other times.....:rotf3:

The year after i graduated highschool i lived with my friend justin in his parents house. it was a huge victorian 3 story 9 bedroom in Newport. We lived up in the attic which used to be the maids quarters..

ANyway, his little 5 year old brother had a school project to draw a picture of the house and what goes on in it.. he drew his mom as a stick figure sitting on the can reading a newspaper, and justin and i were drawn out in stick figure fashion in the attic doing bong hits in our hangout room. Also in each of our bedrooms there were naked girls in the bed obviosly waiting for us to finnish toking up. this kid was 5 i think :hihi:

He summed it up pretty good :hihi:

The year after i graduated highschool i lived with my friend justin in his parents house. it was a huge victorian 3 story 9 bedroom in Newport. We lived up in the attic which used to be the maids quarters..

ANyway, his little 5 year old brother had a school project to draw a picture of the house and what goes on in it.. he drew his mom as a stick figure sitting on the can reading a newspaper, and justin and i were drawn out in stick figure fashion in the attic doing bong hits in our hangout room. Also in each of our bedrooms there were naked girls in the bed obviosly waiting for us to finnish toking up. this kid was 5 i think :hihi:

He summed it up pretty good :hihi:

Reminds me - I need to lock the library door more often.... I got a kick of going in the bathroom one day and my son (3 or 4 at the time) is readding On The Water upside down with leaving a present in the can...

One of my friend's kids at the Thanksgiving table did a perferct imitation of taking a hit on a bone, stretched out his little arm and said" want some Gramma?":doh: :eek5: They see all, they tell all....

One of my friend's kids at the Thanksgiving table did a perferct imitation of taking a hit on a bone, stretched out his little arm and said" want some Gramma?":doh: :eek5: They see all, they tell all....



:rotfl:

My 2 year old filled his diaper this morning. Wife says to him " How come you didn't tell mumma you had to go?"
He looks at her and coyly says "That might not be easy"

He's been pushing the "easy button" I have at the shop :D