Kids Say Funny Things About Everyday Life

I love children! They are so sweet and accepting of you, much more than any adult can ever be. I believe kids can sense the type of people that love them on sight. I am blessed to have this aura, because there is rarely a child that will not approach me to figure out who I am and why I act so goofy. In being accessible to kids in this way I have the pleasure of hearing some really funny things.

To me every kid is a cute kid. I guess that is why I never was coontacted to be a judge at a cute kid contest, because I would proably declare all the winner. Cute kid sayings are priceless. Perhaps the cute kid contest shoud be about which kid says the funniest thing. Instead the cute kid contest will pit moms versus moms as they push their cute kid to win.

In this hub I will share three classic funny things my son has said. Most parents will tell you something their kids have sadi either drives them crazy or "to drink". My son said something that made me consider serisously the environmental practice known as composting.

My son was born in 1995, during the time of the Rugrats and has been a faithful follower of SpongeBob Squarepants and the Disney Channel. He has little or no knowledge about many of the classical cartoon characters I grew up with, including Bugs Bunny, Yosemite Sam, Wile E. Coyote and the Roadrunner. I do not fault him for his ignorance of such wonderful characters as well as their trademark repertoire of funny sayings.

I try to introduce him to some of the most well known of these verbal gems, but there is just not many opportunities to reinforce them with actual footage from the shows. I can claim success for one particular instance that happened when he was about 7 or 8 years old. The saying that caught on was Mighty Mouse’s trademark “Here I come to save the day!”

We were playing another holdover from my youth, Super Mario Brothers on an old Super Nintendo System console we picked up at a yard sale for only $25. My son loved the challenge of moving the little overall clad hero through the brightly colored world chock full of turtles, mushrooms and Bowser the dragon and we would play hours at a time, always enjoying ourselves in the process.

On this particular occasion we were playing the two player version and when one would “Lose their life” the other can take over and resume wherever their last attempt ended. I was feeling particularly “froggy” that day, remembering the glory of past attempts where I managed to complete the whole adventure and said “Here I come to save the day!” Of course my son had no idea where that came from, so he asked about the reference. I explained who, why, where and when to his immediate satisfaction.

When his next turn came about he copied my enthusiasm with a hearty “Here I come to save the day!” This preceded an amazingly short attempt at mastering the level as his character immediately fell down a whole, ending his turn. Without missing a beat my son said in the classic Mighty Mouse sing song voice: “That was a mighty short day!” The game was halted for several minutes as we both laughed hard over his sudden burst of humor.

We have moved on from the classic Super Nintendo System that allowed us to play this game and now have Ninteno's latest flagship console the Nintendo Wii, which consequently has a Super marios title similar in structure to the one that hatched this great saying. I hope we can get this title to see if we can actually "save the day".

My son is a fountain of interesting points of view. Being the first born he had unparalleled attention to every grunt, mangled word and attempt to collect his steps into something resembling an amble across our living room floor. It is not that my daughter had nothing interesting to say, it is just that some of the things her brother came out with had a profound nature for one of such a young age.

We live in a rural area, where it is acceptable to burn your organic trash, such as leaves, limbs and the like. While this may bristle the fur of the hard core environmentalists, there are just times when the amount of matter to be disposed overwhelms anything less than a herculean effort to do so in a “green manner”.

Anyway, I had a designated area, lined with large rocks that I used to accomplish the task in a part of my yard far enough away from any other flammable source of fire fuel and the neighbors to avoid any potential unintended disaster. In this area I collected any of the pertinent type of flammable undesired matter for potential incineration. My young son watched me do this numerous times with serious concentration.

One particular time, with him hot on my heels as he usually was at three years of age, he posed a very interesting question to me. Seeing the butane lighter in my hand and knowing what I was about to do he asked a simple and straightforward question. “Are you going to put fire on it?”

We think that children learn everything from us, but on this day I took a lesson from one three decades my junior. I considered the words as presented to me and had to chuckle at the validity of his observation. Putting fire on it was exactly what I was going to do. I still think about that every time I venture toward a pile of unwanted organic matter.

Actually as I have aged I have become more cognizant of many things, including my environmental footprint. I am taking stock of all the opportunities to recycle and reuse so that i do not put more of a burden on the environment and hope to find a composting solution to my never ending source of organic waste. With this solution I may no need to "put fire on it" anymore.

My current attempt to transition away from burning involves the use of a compost tumbler. Compost tumbling is a unique action that takes a lot of work out of the process. In the Amnazon capsule next to this section you will see several models of comosters to help you with this environmentally conscious decision.

When my son was three he had a small plastic lawn mower, actually the one that would blow bubbles when pushed. He loved that mower, because it allowed him to mimic his dad as I took the red push mower I had purchased from Wal Mart and exercised my legs after a hard day’s work. Of course we were never in the same area, due to the safety concern, but he was able to pretend with ample happiness just the same.

On this particular occasion it was a weekend in late October of 1998. During this time the Christian organization known as Promise Keepers was at its peak and had scheduled what was referred to as the “Million Man March” for Washington DC that particular weekend. A group of men from my church committed to go, so I was planning to take part in this event. Early that morning as I left for work I inadvertently backed my car over my son’s prized lawn mower.

There were many tears and attempts by his mother to console him and to assuage his anguish by assuring him that “Daddy is really sorry!” As it turned out, daddy left late that evening for a whirlwind 27 hour bus ride to Washington DC, taking part in the march and returning with no sleep and also without clearing the matter with my three year old wounded of heart son.

So on Sunday, as I lay sleeping, trying to overcome the fatigue before another work week began, my wife tried valiantly to discourage my young son from disturbing me. But the little one was not to be denied. Sometime that morning he managed to evade my wife and come to resolve the matter himself. He walked over to my side of the bed. Peered into my still closed eyes and said “You sorry you run over my lawn mower?” There is so much lacking at only being able to imagine the sound of his voice. He did not say this as an adult, but as a three year old, so there was quite a unique spin to this. It sounded more like “You sawwy you run ovah my lawn mowah?” One time was not sufficient as I was truly exhausted, so he continued and eventually put his little hands on both sides of my face to reinforce his attempt. Obviously I had to set aside my fatigue to assure this little one that I was truly sorry about ruining his favorite toy.

The next day as I tried to overcome the residual fatigue I had to say I was truly "sawwy I ran ovah the lawn mowah!"

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