I don't actually recall these myself but:
When I was under 4 I was running around in the doctor's surgery waiting room when a lady took the seat next to my mum... I of course rather loudly stated "Mum! That big fat woman stole my seat!"
At a similar age on seeing my first black man (Wigan wasn't very ethnically diverse in the 70's, at least the part I lived in): "Mum! Is that man going for a bath?!"
In the fruit & veg market: "but mum... I've never tasted a pear!" (cue looks from nearby strangers who must have thought I was a very deprived boy)
One I do remember personally was my sister, too young to be able to pronounce the "s" sound well: "Mum... Can I have some farties?" (loudly of course, in the queue at the supermarket)
And finally, my niece when she was around 3 (her mum, my sister, had a habit of muttering "idiots" under her breath on seeing motorcyclists riding too fast):
(motorcyclist dismounts and removes helmet nearby) "Look mum, an Idiot!" - while pointing at the rather well built, heavily tattooed biker.
When I was under 4 I was running around in the doctor's surgery waiting room when a lady took the seat next to my mum... I of course rather loudly stated "Mum! That big fat woman stole my seat!"
At a similar age on seeing my first black man (Wigan wasn't very ethnically diverse in the 70's, at least the part I lived in): "Mum! Is that man going for a bath?!"
In the fruit & veg market: "but mum... I've never tasted a pear!" (cue looks from nearby strangers who must have thought I was a very deprived boy)
One I do remember personally was my sister, too young to be able to pronounce the "s" sound well: "Mum... Can I have some farties?" (loudly of course, in the queue at the supermarket)
And finally, my niece when she was around 3 (her mum, my sister, had a habit of muttering "idiots" under her breath on seeing motorcyclists riding too fast):
(motorcyclist dismounts and removes helmet nearby) "Look mum, an Idiot!" - while pointing at the rather well built, heavily tattooed biker.
