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Second place would probably be at a family reunion when my 6 year old niece entered the room with a banana in her pocket. Naturally, I had to ask: "Is that a banana in your pocket or are you glad to see me?"
I think your perception of innapropiate and mine are quite different, I would put that in first place.
If you think you can do a thing or think you can't do a thing, you're right - Henry Ford
If your actions inspire others to dream more, learn more, do more and become more, you are a leader.-John Q. Adams You must accept one of two basic premises: Either we are alone in the universe, or we are not alone in the universe. And either way, the implications are staggering.-Wernher von Braun Only two things are infinite, the universe and human stupidity, and I'm not sure about the former.-Albert Einstein
Kids are often like recorders with replay buttons that you have no control over. They don't need to understand what they've recorded and replay.
My BIL and I, along with a couple of our friends, have gotten his 8 year old son into the habit of saying, "That's what she said." It wasn't entirely intentional, it's just something we say to each other often.
The vast majority of the time he doesn't say it at... let's say an appropriately inappropriate time, but every once in a while he nails it, and we find it hysterical. He has no idea why it's so funny, but he likes the attention nonetheless. I'm just waiting for the day he gets in trouble at school. My sister is, needless to say, rather annoyed with all of us.
My kid is nearly twelve and has gotten that from somewhere (Youtube?) -- though of course I use it too.
As luck would have it, a few weeks ago the tech writer lady at work advised me that I hadn't given her enough documentation to include in the overall project documentation -- but she worded it as "you didn't give me enough meat". You can imagine the first thing that popped into my head, but I resisted, and instead replied "I've heard that before".
Few years ago me and two co-workers were traveling in a car on a quite suburbia road, me in the front passenger seat. The guy seating behind me was telling us in a great details for his new life insurance on behalf of his girlfriend. Numbers, tricks, suicide clause – everything. He looked so obsessed by the matter so in one moment I leaned back and gently asked: “Do you want me to kill you?”
Silence in the car…
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