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![]() June's winner: • My skin was peeling after getting sunburned, and my daughter asked, “Mom, why are you shedding?” Dayna, 7, Tustin Ranch And the best of the rest: • After his older brother purchased a new watch, Caleb decided that he needed a watch, too. A few days later, he announced, “I want a watch that is allergic to water.” Caleb, 4, Laguna Niguel • “They make the bathrooms in airplanes small so you won’t fall over, right?” Dayna, 7, Tustin Ranch • During a conversation about what animals live in the woods, I asked my son if he knew where wood comes from. He said, “Home Depot!” Daniel, 3, Orange • My daughter asked me what color her eyes would be when she grew up. I replied, “It’s all in the genes!” She looked quite puzzled and then replied “My pants?” Chelsea, 4, Costa Mesa • After suffering yet another bout with strep throat, I told my son that he will probably have to have his tonsils taken out. He said, “But Mommy, I don’t want to wear glasses!” Jacob, 6, Anaheim • My daughter and I were on our way to take a tour of the new preschool she will be attending. I told her that they would be asking her name, to which she replied, “London.” I told her they would ask her age, to which she replied, “Two.” She then held up her hand and said, “I know Mom. And when they say I am beautiful, I say, “Thank you.” London Ava, 2, Rancho Santa Margarita • My husband’s cousin and his wife, Renee, just had a baby, so my daughter commented, “I think Renee’s going to be a good mom.” I was curious and asked what made her think so. She answered, “Because she just had a baby.” “So if you have a baby, that makes you a good mom?” I asked. “Well, the baby’s fragile, so you have to be a good mom,” she answered. “That’s true,” I said, but I wanted her to understand what it means to be a good mom, so I phrased my question this way: “What’s the difference between a good mom and the best mom in the whole world?” “Daddy!” “Why?” “Because Daddy kisses her!” Julia, 5, Laguna Niguel • My daughter and I were on our way to visit my parents’ new home. I told my daughter, “We’re going to see Grandma and Grandpa’s new house. We’re going to Yorba Linda.” She looked at me, very confused. “What?” she asked. I repeated my statement to her. She then stated, very firmly, “I don’t have a balinda.” It took me a second or two to put it together, but after I explained it to her, I think I laughed the rest of the way there. Alexandra, 4, Yorba Linda |
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