children say what is on their mind

From My InBox:

JACK (age 3) was watching his Mum breast-feeding his new baby sister.
After a while he asked: 'Mum why have you got two? Is one for hot and
one for cold milk?'


MELANIE (age 5) asked her Granny how old she was. Granny replied she was
so old she didn't remember any more. Melanie said, 'If you don't
remember you must look in the back of your knickers. Mine say five to
six.'


STEVEN (age 3) hugged and kissed his Mum good night. 'I love you so much
that when you die I'm going to bury you outside my bedroom window.'

BRITTANY (age 4) had an ear ache and wanted a pain killer. She tried in
vain to take the lid off the bottle. Seeing her frustration, her Mum
explained it was a child-proof cap and she'd have to open it for her.
Eyes wide with wonder, the little girl asked: 'How does it know it's
me?'

ANNA (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.'

DANIEL (age 4) stepped onto the bathroom scale and asked: 'How much do I
cost?'

MARK (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?'

WILLIAM (age 5) was in his bedroom looking worried. When his Mum asked
what was troubling him, he replied, 'I don't know what'll happen with
this bed when I get married. How will my wife fit in it?'

JAMES (age 4) was listening to a Bible story. His Dad read: 'The man
named Lot was warned to take his wife and flee out of the city but his
wife looked back and was turned to salt.' Concerned, James asked: 'What
happened to the flea?'

TAMMY (age 4) was with her mother when they met an elderly, rather
wrinkled woman her Mum knew. Tammy looked at her for a while and then
asked, 'Why doesn't your skin fit your face?'

The Sermon I think this Mum will never forget.... this particular Sunday
sermon...'Dear Lord,' the minister began, with arms extended toward
heaven and a rapturous look on his upturned face. Without you, we are
but dust...' He would have continued but at that moment her daughter,
who was listening carefully, leaned over to her and asked quite audibly
in her shrill little four year old girl voice, 'Mummy, what's butt
dust?'