Jack (age 3) was watching his mom breast-feeding his new baby sister. After a while, he asked: "Mom why have you got two? Is one for hot and one for cold milk?"
Steven (age 3) hugged and kissed his mom good night. "I love you so much, that when you die I'm going to buy your outside my bedroom window."
Susan (age 4) was drinking juice when she got the hiccups. "Please don't give me this juice again," she said, "It makes my teeth cough."
Marc (age 4) was engrossed in a young couple that were hugging and kissing in a restaurant. Without taking his eyes off them, he asked his dad: "Why is he whispering in her mouth?"
A mother will never forget during a Sunday sermon, "Dear Lord," the minister began, with arms extended towards heaven and a rapturous look on his upturned face. "Without you, we are but dust." He would have continued but at that moment my very obedient daughter (who was listening) leaned over to me and asked quite audibly in her shrill little girl voice, "Mom, what is butt dust?"
NOTE: I just found this in my emails. I did not write it but I wanted to share it.