Kids say

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  panties. 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 earache 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?'

SUSAN (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.'

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

MARC (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?'

CLINTON (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?'

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 up turned face. 'Without  you, we are but dust...' He would have continued but at that moment my very  obedient daughter who was listening leaned over to me and asked quite audibly  in her shrill little four year old girl voice, 'Mum, what is butt dust?'