Got a couple. I was taking my kids to a church sponsored sleigh-ride one winter. It was snowing quite hard and visibility was not good. I was Northeast of Sault Ste. Marie, Ontario, in unfamiliar territory and was following another parent to the even. Of course another car just had to get between me and the person I was following, and drive slow. I was sure I was going to get lost, not knowing the way to the farm location. I was becoming tense and made the mistake of exlaiming quite loudly, "I whish that pin-head would get out of the way!"
Well, as luck would have it, the "pin-head" was a grandmother who was taking her grandchild to the same sleigh-ride. She pulled into the farm with me following close behind. My youngest middle child, at that time a very energetic and spontaneous boy, promplty jumped out of the car, ran up to the woman and said "My dad called you a pin-head."
Of course I was mortified and found myself apologizing repeatedly for about an hour afterwords. The grandmother graciously took it all in stride and laughed about the embarrasing situation.
When my eldest was about 18 months (she was an early walker and spoke in complete sentences), her mother scolded her for some little thing she had done wrong. Little Jessica swiftly turned around, put her hands on her hips and exclaimed, "I've had about enough of this!" It caught both me and my wife by suprise and it was all we could do not to bust out laughing.
Lastly, in a story similar to vyapti's, we were in the front yard of our home when Jessica, again only about 2 or so, did something wrong. Her mom turned toward her and hadn't hardly moved when Jessica cried out loudly, "Please mommy, don't beat me again!" We barely ever swated our kids through thick diapers, and never more than one quick little tap to get their attention. Where Jessie came up with those phrases I'll never know. But it sure made us nervous as we lived in San Diego at the time, and many people were being turned in for child abuse, whether they had ever commited it or not. And our next-door neighbor was the street gossip.
Out of the mouths of babes indeed.
Seeeeya; Goodweed of the North