Posts Tagged ‘The Creepiest Things Kids Have Ever Said To Their Parents’

My daughter was 3-years old, and I was getting her ready for the day. She had been waking up with nightmares almost every night for a month or two. I asked what she wanted for breakfast, and she told me she wanted to share it with the dead baby in her closet. I thought she meant one of her dolls, but when I pulled them out, she said “No, not a doll, the dead one that sleeps on the closet floor at night.”



My 5-year old asked me when he is going to be 23 and I told him in 18-years. He replied, “Well, I hope don’t die again ’cause that’s how old I was the last time I went to heaven.”



Why are you crying?
“Bad man.”
“What bad man?”
Points behind me at a dark corner of the room and says, “There.”
She slept in our bed that night.



My 3-year old daughter stood next to her newborn brother, looked at him for awhile, then turned and looked at me and said, “Daddy, it’s a monster. We should bury it.”



My sister, Hailey, was born exactly two months after our great-grandmother Irene died. One day Hailey woke up and informed us it was her 95th birthday. When we tried to reason with her she started crying, saying that her real name was Irene, not Hailey. This lasted all day. The next day she didn’t remember anything.



My sister described her “imaginary” friend, saying: “He sits on my bed and waits for his mom. He’s not allowed to go home by himself because of his arm.” I asked what happened to his arm, and she said: “His mom ran him over when he was drawing with chalk. That’s why he’s always crying, because he doesn’t like being dead.”


When my son was small, I was talking to him about growing potatoes. I described how you bank up the earth around them as they grow, and he said “I know Dad. I used to do that when I was an old man.”



Walking past an old cemetery, my 3-year-old son casually said, “My brother is in there.” When I reminded him that he didn’t have a brother, he said, “No Mama, from before. When the other lady was my mommy.”



I was with my sister, her husband, and their 2-year old daughter. We were talking about loved ones that had recently passed (my father had died sometime recently). My brother-in-law went and grabbed a picture of his mother, who had died in a car crash when he was six, to show me. When my niece saw the picture, though, she started laughing. We asked her what was so funny and she looked at us and said, “That’s my special friend who sings to me.” I still shiver a bit just thinking about it.




I was tucking in my two year old. He said “Good bye, Dad.” I said, “No, we say good night.” He said “I know. But this time its goodbye.” I got up to check on him a few times to make sure he was still here.