When my daughter was 3 years old she came to me with a pencil and said…
“Daddy? Wanna smell something beautiful??”
So I inhaled the end of the pencil thinking she probably sprayed Mommy’s perfume on it…
Then I went…“DAAAHHH!!! THAT’s AWFUL!! WHAT DID YOU DO!!!”
Then my daughter said, “I stuck it in my butt!!”
LOL!! true story!
Do you have any funny things you did as a kid you’d like to share?
That’s cute. I don’t think you guys would consider my childhood stories to be as funny as I do.
Go ahead…lay one on us! 
Some background, because of my parents drug issues, we were frequently homeless or without electricity, so, when I was 7 my parents managed to get some money. I stole 100 dollars from them and hid it in my closet in a lunchbox to pay for bills. Ironically, my parents found it when the electricity was going to be shut off.
What a sweet thing to do!
When my brother was about 7 years old, a man on the street asked him for directions to the nearest Bank. My brother gave him the wrong directions.
Later, my mother asked of him, “Why did you give him the wrong directions?”
Brother: “Because he had a crooked nose”
My brother had been watching shows like Bugs Bunny, and thought all bank robbers had crooked noses…so he thought the guy was going to rob the bank!!
Cute, huh?
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…thanks! @SurprisedJ
I can’t think of any for me… all my kid stories involve my kid sis… she’s 11 years younger then me… I hung out with her a lot as she was growing up.
I thought so much of what she did was hilarious. But one thing that I always loved was her constant inability to give a good complement… she would try to say something comforting to people… but always muck it up…
Some of the ones that I remember her telling others…
“please don’t be sad… the shape of the dress is nice… it’s just the cloth is ugly”
“I’m so sorry your dog is missing… hopefully he’s found a good home”
She never could understand why her attempt to reassure never made it better.
We had a heat wave back in the mid 70’s one Summer. I noticed the garbage men drinking from our hose at the side of the house. I was about 5 years old. I felt sorry for them and invited them into the house for some lemonade.
So the 3 garbage men walk into the kitchen…and my Mom is standing there in her 2 piece bikini!! lol!! She was humiliated and scolded me afterwards for letting strangers into the house…but hey! I just had a big heart so she didn’t get too mad at me.
When my son was 3, he got out of the bathtub when i wasn`t looking and ran outside–covered in bubbles and nothign else–and got on his swing, he thought nothing of it.
My mother-in-law lived one house over from us and was hanging out her clothes and saw him. She called me and said," Did you know C. was swinging in the backyard nekkid?" She had a very southern accent.
I remember thinking—he has bubbles on!
That reminds me of my little niece…
We were at the park just after her kindergarten… she was playing hopscotch with some girls in her little class… she kept getting “outs” because her toe kept hitting the line…
she couldn’t see the line in her little school skirt… so she tucked the skirt into her panties so she could see to win the hopscotch…
I was in a bit of spot… stop her form doing that… or intervene in the serious hopscotch. Her little friends thought her actions made perfect sense.
After she played her turn I asked her to pull the skirt back down.
that just scarred me for life 
pencils are good
pencils are good !?!
take care 
your kid sis is hysterical… 
take care
When I was younger, I wasn’t allowed to cut my hair (my family is Syrian) but I absolutely hated having it long. So one day I decided to hack my braid off with my safety scissors.
Immediately afterward, I realized I was going to be in Big Trouble, so I hid my scissors, carried my braid over to where my mother was, and told her, “Hey, I found this on the floor!” Not the most well-thought-out lie ever.
I was grounded, but as soon as it grew back, I couldn’t help but try again. Eventually, they agreed I could go to the hairdresser if I would just stop doing it myself.
Me and my friend in sixth grade putting inflated balloons under are shirts on top of our shoulders to impress the girls down the street by trying to make us look like we had wide shoulders.