Kids say the darndest things. Sometimes they make absolutely no sense, but sometimes they make entirely too much sense. So much sense that there almost has to be another explanation…
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1. My daughter, just before she turned 5, was in our hall in the middle of the night, asleep on the ground, whimpering and crying. I got her to come lay down with me, and when I asked her what the dream was, she got very upset and said “it wasn’t a dream, it was a memory. She told me she remembered when she was a bad dog, and they made her go to sleep.
I asked her about it again later and she got very upset, said she was a bad dog and started crying saying she didn’t want to remember it again.
She has no idea what it means to put a dog down, let alone that it is what happens to “bad dogs.
LeatherandLead
2. He literally told me. He was 3 and pretending to run over his lego men. When asked to stop he said,
“That’s how I died isn’t it?”
“No, you’ve never died.”
“Yes I have! When I was 2 last time. The car hit me, my other mummy cried then I came to you.”
“… … …”
He’s a teen now, doesn’t remember a thing about it.
NodgenodgeWinkwink
3. My Mom loves to tell the story when little me was with her driving past the cemetery, and I announced loudly “That’s where they put you when you commit treason against the king!”
drfunbags
4. My friend had a miscarriage before she had her first daughter. A few years ago when her daughter was about 4 a group of us were at a party and her daughter was sitting on her lap and said something pretty spooky. (continued…)
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It was along the lines of “I’m sorry I left you before mommy. I was hurting really bad and I wasn’t ready.” My friend asked her what she meant and her daughter said she left her before she was born but came back. Super creepy. Daughter doesn’t remember this conversation and still doesn’t know about the miscarriage.
workbidness
5. Our family went on a trip to see our old neighborhood. We drove by a house where, about 15 years earlier, a little girl was hit by a car and died. My cousin, who was about 4 at the time, never had been in the neighborhood, and never heard this tragic story, stopped what she was doing and said, “Oh, that’s where I died, isn’t it?” She then resumed playing with her dolls.
westsideHK
6. When I was young, I really wanted to learn Russian, so they got me into a class. In general, Russian was very easy to pick-up and use. It sort of “made sense” and I could construct complex sentences. The teacher told my mother that it was spooky, because I could speak it in a way that they hadn’t been teaching me (I could figure-out colloquial phrases). To this day, I still have it and haven’t lost my Russian.
PippenRedux
7. My 3y/o niece, in a hotel near her home “I’ve been here. I used to sit in this chair and knit.” Wouldn’t say anything else when pressed further.
Another time in an antiques shop, we looked at an old school desk with a flip-top lid when she, bemused, said “Where’s the inkwell??” It just seemed strange that she’d expect there to be one.
blinky84
8. My kids are all pretty deep thinkers. I was at one of those new mother playgroup things hating my life, and this woman was talking about the beautiful experience her son recalled to her, about being in the womb. Think like, warmth, love, light all those kinds of things. So I turn to my son, was 4, and I ask if he remembers mamas belly? (continued…)
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My son goes “YEAH, IT HAD SOME PRETTY COOL TOYS, BUT I GOT BORED SO I OPENED UP YOUR BUM AND SAID MOMMY, I WANT TO COME OUT NOW.
So he was obviously a comedian in another life.
bookwitchx
9. While chatting with my 4 year old son, he started going into vivid descriptions of being a friendly old man who his neighbors were fond of. He gave a description of what he used to look like and then how he died, how he felt once he died, and how he woke up again while being born.
The way he talked made it seem like he was recalling going to the zoo the previous weekend. He was so casual about it that when he looked at my expression on my face he said “What? What’s wrong?”
I don’t believe in past lives but that was strange.
wokeupsoaked
10. I have a few, all the same kid.
First when my son was 3, he told me that he was once kidnapped and the police accidentally shot and killed him when they were trying to rescue him.
When he turned five he told me he had never made it this far.
Also when he was five, we drove past my grandparents old house (they have been gone 16 & 18 years now) he told me “I used to play in that house with Pappy (my dad) when I was little, except the house used to be white.
The house did indeed used to be white and it had been painted and ugly gray. My dad also had 9 siblings, three of which died in infancy.
fortheloveoffibre
11. My son went for over a year talking about his other mommy and daddy, with a completely straight and serious face. We have a blended family, so he has me (Mom) and at his father’s house his Dad, Stepmom, and brother. He said he had 2 fake mommies and a fake daddy and then a set of real ones.
When trying to get clarification thinking he was having trouble adapting to new family roles, he informed us that we were the fakes and that his real parents were much older, lived far away on a farm, with his older brother. (continued…)
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That story came up off and on, as well as weird side statements from him. We had him at the ER one time, in a private room, he hears voices outside which he normally wouldn’t pay any mind to.
He perked up, looked at the door, and goes, “That sounded like my real Mommy’s voice!” He was very excited and animated about it (my kid is usually pretty deadpan, so that was off too). I decided to just ride it out, but admittedly it did freak me out at first. He hasn’t done it in awhile.
SerenityNutravils
12. When my daughter was little (younger than 4) not only did she never get mad once, she loved to put on bathrobes and sit Indian style and close her eyes and meditate, with no knowledge of the practice that we were aware of.
elsewhereelusive
13. When I was about 3, I used to tell my mum stories of being a little Chinese girl. Apparently I lived at the bottom of a hill with my grandmother, and I died in a flood. When I was 6 or 7, I came home from school upset that I’d been surrounded by a group of boys, and I cried to my mum that it was like when the soldiers on horses came to take us away.
the_procrastinata
14. So I was raised Roman Catholic. My son was raised Roman Catholic. But I was dating a Muslim man who would play prayers constantly (that were on YouTube). This particular day my boyfriend was playing a prayer that’s supposed to protect you from jinn. That was when my son said something unexpected. (continued…)
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My three year old son looked up from his colouring book said clear as day “now they will be gone for 1000 days” my boyfriend looked him dead in the eye and was like “how do you know that?” My son smiled shrugged and continued to colour.
I don’t know if this is true but my boyfriend explained that if you recited that specific prayer it was supposed to banish evil spirits for 1000 days. To this day I still get chills when I think about it.
My mother was also super freaked cause I told her “daddy used to be my baby, but I drowned when he was my size.” I was 4. My grandfather drowned when my dad was 4.
foufinha
15. It was in the early afternoon of Halloween. This is a rough time of year for me, because my first child was stillborn near this day. I was sitting in a chair in the den, my husband was at the desk on the opposite side of the room. My two and a half year old daughter was moving around the room, not really doing anything. As always happens on this day, my thoughts turn to my stillborn daughter.
Suddenly my daughter plops a book onto my lap.
(Remember, she is two, cant read yet.) The book was given to me after the stillbirth. It was a pagan book for grieving parents. Startled at the coincidence, I just kind of stared at the book.
My daughter flipped open the book, and pointed imperiously to a paragraph. I obeyed, and read the paragraph. It was talking about how a child who dies might reincarnate back into the same family, or somewhere nearby. So I wondered where my child might have reincarnated. My daughter patted my leg and said , “I’m wight heah, Mommy.” Up until those words, nothing had been spoken out loud. It gives me chills every time I remember it.
Perffiath
16. When my oldest son was three, he used to wake up crying and saying that he wanted to “go home”. Over and over he would repeat it. I would reassure him that everything was okay, he was at home. Happens for many months. We had a huge map of the world in the hallway and one night when he was upset, I took him to the map and showed him where we lived and asked, where his other home was. (continued…)
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He pointed out a small town in Mexico. Day after day he pointed to the same exact place. So, we took him there. It was a beautiful little area and we had a great time. There was nothing profound in any of his reactions.
When we got home he started sleeping through the night and never mentioned it again. We live in California and my husband and and I are both white. However, our son is adopted and although his bio father is technically “unknown”, we were told it is probable that he was Hispanic.
Germanpoetrygeek
17. When I was younger, I would sleep walk, appearing to be fully conscious, then lying down and going back to sleep like nothing happened. There have been times my mom caught me opening windows in the middle of the night. Another time she was in the kitchen reading the paper and I walked in, made myself a glass of orange juice, drank it, then went to sleep at the table in front of her.
One time, my mom and dad were watching a World War II documentary late one night. Something about the push into Europe and a massive tank battle (probably Arracourt). I walked downstairs and my parents told me to go back to bed. I said, “I want to watch the battle again.”
Parents said I’ve never seen this documentary. I said, “no, but I remember it. We were in that one. It went boom. points to a specific tank in the middle ground. I remember the one behind us going boom too.”
Mom puts me to bed, saying I was talking nonsense. Comes back and jokes to my dad. Dad says he’s not so sure, because while she was putting me to bed both tanks exploded. The one in the rear first, followed by the one I pointed out.
EBeast99