Category: Grandchildren

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A Very Interesting Exchange

| Fayetteville, AR, USA | Grandchildren, Grandparents

(I am at the register closest to the door, which is the only place to do returns and exchanges, and usually get a lot of questions from customers as they come in. A young girl walks up, looking slightly embarrassed.)

Me: “What can I do for you?”

Girl: “Ummmm…” *embarrassed laugh*

Me: “It’s okay, ask whatever you want… I won’t laugh, I promise.”

Girl: “Is this where you go to exchange granddaughters?”

Me: “Hmm, how old is said granddaughter?”

Girl: “15.”

Me: “Is she willing to work?”

Girl: “Yes.”

Me: “What are we exchanging her for?”

Girl: *bursts out laughing* “I don’t know. I’ll have to ask my grandpa.” *walks away*

(Totally made my day.)

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Hooked On Church

| UT, USA | Children, Grandchildren, Grandparents, Popular

(I’m around four or five years old. My mom is not a giant fan of religion due to how hypocritical it could be, and especially hates it when my grandmother nags her about it. She’s also irritated that my grandmother will drag me to church without her permission and I’ve also told her multiple times how much I hate going. Finally, she decides to stop fighting with my grandmother about it, coming up with an even better idea. Because she knows how grown-ups tend to talk to children, she teaches me what to say when asked certain questions. This happens the next time I go to church and talk with several adults throughout the day.)

Friend: “So, sweetie, what do you want to be when you grow up?”

Me: *pretending to think* “Umm… When I grow up… I wanna be a hooker!”

(My grandma nearly has a heart attack upon hearing about this and later yells at my mom.)

Grandma: “Do you know what your daughter has been saying today!?”

Mom: *smiles proudly* “I told you to stop taking her to church.”

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Peppa’d With Specifics

| Scotland, UK | Children, Grandchildren, Grandparents

(My daughter is five years old, and is getting a new bike soon. This is what I heard her say on her toy phone to her “Nanny,” my mother.)

Daughter: “Nanny, I would like a bike, but not too big or too small, just right, and it has to have Peppa Pig on it, and a bell, and a seat for Big Cat, and a little box at the back so I can put blue bags in it. And also a Peppa Pig helmet that fits my head so it protects my head, and new wellie boots because I keep growing. Please, please, please, please. Thank you, I love you.” *she blows kisses into the phone*

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