An acquaintance of mine who is a physician told this story about her
then-four-year-old daughter. On the way to preschool, the doctor had left
her stethoscope on the car seat, and her little girl picked it up and began
playing with it. "Be still, my heart," thought my friend. "My daughter
wants to follow in my footsteps!" Then the child spoke into the instrument:
"Welcome to McDonald's. May I take your order?"
A certain little girl, when asked her name, would reply, "I'm Mr.
Sugarbrown's daughter." Her mother told her this was wrong. She must say,
"I'm Jane Sugarbrown." The vicar spoke to Jane in Sunday School, and said,
"Aren't you Mr. Sugarbrown's daughter?" She replied, "I thought I was, but
mother says I'm not."
A little girl asked her mother, "Can I go outside and play with the boys?"
Her mother replied, "No, you can't play with the boys, they're too rough.
The little girl thought about it for a few moments and asked, "If I can
find a smooth one, can I play with him?"
A boy had reached four without giving up the habit of sucking his thumb,
though his mother had tried everything from bribery to reasoning to
painting it with lemon juice to discourage the habit. Finally she tried
threats, warning her son that, "If you don't stop sucking your thumb, your
stomach is going to blow up like a balloon." Later that day, walking in
the park, mother and son saw a pregnant woman sitting on a bench. The
four-year-old considered her gravely for a minute, then spoke to her
saying, "Uh-oh...I know what you've been doing."
A Sunday school teacher asked her little children, as they were on the way
to church service, "And why is it necessary to be quiet in church?" One
bright little girl replied, "Because people are sleeping."