What a great thread. I have a few....

When my son was 5 he pronounced his last name as "TheFlake" (as his last name does rhyme with it, so I can understand his mispronunciation)....too cute.

At the age of 2, daughter watches daddy troubleshoot the DOS OS on one of our computers. Naturally, being of a "sponge" mind, she thinks she can do this, as well. I enter out computer room and there I find her with the "pretty blue screen" on the monitor with the DOS configurations scrolling the screen. WOW. (Hell....I could bearly manage to get into that then). No harm done..fortunately.
Another time, at age of 2, I pass daughter's bedroom and overhear her talking. I peek in on her, and there she was sitting in the middle of the room with her library of books circled around her. She has one book on lap with index finger guiding the path of sentence as she "read".
Her verbal perception of the jumbled words were, "read, read, read, read, read, read, read".

When my daughet was 3, we laid napping together one afternoon. I wake to her self-expression of artistic ability..(always encouraged her to be as creative as possible). She had gotten into her tub of Crayola Markers and colored herself from head to toe with "rainbows"...(she even managed to get into her "lower cracks" front & rear...HOW she got into the rear like that is beyond me).

Somewhere neighboring the age of "Mommy's bestest little helper phase", I'm attending to my domestic duties...tidying house, etc. Step into laundry room to do some laundry and return to livingroom to find daughter "helping" me clean. There she was, with a spray bottle of water and a kitchen towel, standing in front of the VCR wiping it. I go over to her, and take notice to the insides soaking wet with water. Daughter standing there so proudly saying, "I'm a good helper, aren't I Momma?". I can't help but to reply with, "Of course you are. Thank you, baby" (as I'm disconnecting the unit to take outside to prepare to disassemble in order for indside to dry in the noon day's sun).

Getting into car after finishing grocery shopping at Food Maxx. Pulling out away from parking spot, daughter, at the age of 4, or so, blurts out to me..."Momma. I know how to spell groceries". Curious, I reply with..."You do?". She responds with, "Yes. F.O.O.D..M.A.X.X."

Daughter has always had a facination of bugs n rocks. One spring day, (I think she was around age 6), she was out back playing..and I notice her standing quite still for a unusual period of time. I wandered out there to see what she was so preoccupied with. As I approached her, I could hear her whimpering. I proceeded in front of her...and there she stood with a fairly large rock lodged into her mouth and couldn't get it out. (She was in tears..didn't want to upset me by telling me). Poor thing...standing there for who knows how long before I came out..struggling to remove it. (I had safely removed the rock).

The year our troops were dispatched to war, daughter takes it upon herself to make a banner...goes out onto the front of house on the corner of the street (we lived in corner house), and held up banner and small flag, shouting, "SAVE OUR TROOPS".

Such cherished memories.

Shangrala