Mom: I don’t know. I think you have to be, like, 21 to go to outer space.
–83rd & Amsterdam
A six-year-old stops coughing and asks: Mommy, why did you cover my mouth?
–Q Train
Mom: I don’t know. I think you have to be, like, 21 to go to outer space.
–83rd & Amsterdam
A six-year-old stops coughing and asks: Mommy, why did you cover my mouth?
–Q Train
Mom: What are you, stupid? 14 minus 34 is not 30 blocks. It’s ten!
Daughter: No it’s not.
Mom: Oh yeah, wait. It’s twenty.
–3 Train
Overheard by: Rehey11
Hottie: …and then I want to tell them: less gooch, more cooch.
–DtUt, LES
Overheard by: e. glass
HS kid: My friend’s dad can blow smoke stars.
–Columbus Circle
The light changes. A nanny begins to walk, pushing a baby stroller. Halfway across the street, she looks down sort of lovingly, meets eyes with the baby and says with an eerily calm tone: You know I’m sacrificing my happiness for you.
The nanny looks up and keeps on walking.
–59th & 5th
Overheard by: Drone
Brooklyn mom: You are the only kid I have ever met who doesn't like goat cheese.
Nine-year-old: Peanut butter!
–Brooklyn Heights
Mom to children: You guys look like dancers!
Little girl #1: Yeah!
Little girl #2: Yeah! Like flash dancers!
Mom: What are flash dancers?
Little girl #1: They take of their clothes and flash people!
Little girl #2: Yeah!
–Whole Foods, Bowery
Overheard by: Bruce Lee
Little boy in a bodega to mom: Why do you have to be eighteen to buy tobacco? It's just a sauce!
Mom: No, sweetie, that's tabasco.
Little boy: Ohhhhhhhh.
Mom: Makes sense, ya?
–9th St & Ave A
Overheard by: hottamali
Five-year-old black girl: Let's play I spy!
Six-year-old black girl: I spy… Something brown!
Five-year-old black girl: The chair!
Six-year-old black girl: No.
Five-year-old black girl: The door!
Six-year-old black girl: No.
Five-year-old black girl: Us!
Six-year-old black girl: No… We're black, stupid!
–Waiting Room, Eye & Ear Hospital
Little boy, looking at bus ad: Mommy, who is he?
Mother: That's Judge Judy.
–16th St & 1st Ave
Overheard by: Joe Masilotti
Mother: Ouch! Billy, you bit me on my eczema!
Billy: Sorry, mom.
–42nd & 8th