This morning my wife wasn't feeling great, and my 5y old decided to be nice and made her a PB & J sandwich.

She brought it up to our room and dropped it off. "Aw that was really sweet of you" her mom says and takes a big bite. As she bounds away down the hallway she announces, "sorry it took so long, I had to poop in the middle of making it!"

From my sister: Going to church with a three year old is never dull. The children's sermon was about lighting the Advent candle of peace. Later the minister prayed, "Forgive us when we have lost peace and goodwill." Her grandson, wide eyed, said, "Oh no! We've already lost the peace!" At least he was listening?