My little brother (5 years old) came to visit yesterday, and we started talking about christmas calendars.

He: I opened number 9 today.
Me: You did? Why?
He: Because I opened number 8 tomorrow.

Speaking of my middle brother’s birthday, he came home a few days before The Big Day and told his mum he had invited a girl to his party. Another girl had overheard them and mocked them. But Lil’ Bro had made his plan:

Just wait. I’ll get back at her. I’ll invite her too!

The revenge is sweet

(For the record: The mocking girl did come to the party)

My middle brother turned 7 a couple of months ago, and I asked him what he wanted for his birthday. His answer was a shrug, so I threatened to give him nothing to which he said I could get whatever I wanted.

Me: What about a fishhook?
He: You can buy whatever you like.
Me: And if I want to buy a fishhook?
He: Then you buy one.

Priceless (In fact I did buy him a fishhook, but only in addition to the real one, just to tease him)