Hahahaha, these stories are fantastic. My niece (who is 15), was 2 when she would "cracktise her bayancing" by walking on straight lines, or by climbing on the balance beam at the park, or whatever she could haul herself up on to. We thought she meant 'practicing her balancing', until she explained to Grandma that she was 'cracktising not to crack her head' - which someone had told her would happen with her tendancy to climb things!
My little sister was about 5, and mad as hell, at our mother, for something (mum is Rosemary, but dislikes it - preferring Rose). The meanest thing my sister could think of to say was. You. Are. Roseby! with hand on hip and shaking with something like fury. She rushed off in floods of tears, and had to be consoled as if she had committed a mortal sin, poor love. But my mum has been called 'Roseby' in any time of minor annoyance, by all us kids, for the last 20 years, so it got some good milage!!
Another funny, was my friends Miss 3, who is capable of thee most incredible conversations and observations. She obviously overheard her mum and I talking about the fact that my husband and I are TTC. Miss 3 has pointed out to me more than once, that my husband will be a "lovely daddy", but if I ever try cooking for him, the baby will run away and live with George. (Calombaris, one of the judges on the Australian Masterchef show). Because I filled the kitchen with smoke (once!!) when she visited. I'm not sure that she doesnt have a point, I am a terrible cook, and my husband is an early childhood teacher