My daughter when she was 5 out of nowhere asked me, "mommy, when you die can I have your bras?"

4 year old daughter, points at sturdy woman walking towards them in the daycare. "Hey look Dad, fat hooters!" We blame the Steve Martin skit where he listed all the names people have for hooters. toot toot

My niece once asked me why I had strawberries on my face. I have really bad acne. She was four at the time.

Back in the days when the Raiders were still in Oakland, my sons and I were driving across the state of Oklahoma on our way to Dallas from Kansas City. My 11-year-old son asked me, "Dad, does Oklahoma have a football team?". I told him that, no, they don't have their own team instead rooting for either the Chiefs or the Cowboys mostly. My younger son, seven, piped up with, "Why don't they root for the Oklahoma Raiders?", and that's how we've referred to them ever since.

Oklahoma! Oklahoma!

Not to me, but to a friend of mine. She was walking up the stairs in her apartment building, and a little kid was coming down at the same time, must have been 6 years old. Looked my friend dead in the eye, demanded angrily, “do you have any common sense?”. And then he was on his way down again, leaving my friend reeling in surprise.