Chef said:
When lil Chef was about 4....mamachef accidentally slammed her finger in a bedroom door, and she lets out a window-rattling "****".
The boy.....calm and as quiet as could be....walks into the bedroom to check on her.....walks up to her and says "Mom.....it's not nice to say ****."
Honorable mention: At men's night at the local country club.....once every two months, they have calf fries.....imagine the look on his face when I told him I just got done eating cow balls.
Princess Creole the First: Leaving the Fort Worth Bowl in 2005 (she was 7), our beloved Jayhawks had just kicked the tar out of Houston. We soak up the win, and are leaving TCU. On our way out, Princess, not paying attention to the large group of Houston students walking toward us, belts out, "Daddy, Houston was NOT very good. We REALLY beat them bad!" Damn, I was proud of her!
Princess Creole the Second: Big Elvis fan. We have this older retiree who does our scoreboard page five nights a week, and one day, he was singing some Elvis songs, so we've jokingly called him Elvis since. Well, one night, the Princesses get in a fight about Elvis and if he's alive. The younger Princess (she was 3 then) yells, "Elvis IS alive! He works with Daddy!"
Well, after convincing her that Elvis is in fact dead, the Creoles pay all of us a visit one night at the office. "Elvis" starts singing for the younger princess and said, "Thankyouverymuch" Elvis style. On the way home, she asked Queen Creole, "Mommy, is that REALLY Elvis?"
Prince Creole took a golf ball a couple weeks ago and chucked it at my dad. It hit him in the chest, and the little Prince (16 months now) turns around with a big smile and starts clapping his hands.