Toddler in stroller: I… Want… Ball!
Young mother: Oh, like you’ve been good and now you deserve a ball? Are you kidding me?
–Duane Reade, 8th & Broadway
Toddler in stroller: I… Want… Ball!
Young mother: Oh, like you’ve been good and now you deserve a ball? Are you kidding me?
–Duane Reade, 8th & Broadway
Five-year-old boy: Your life is bad. Your life is bad. Your life is bad! Your life is bad. Your life is bad…
Father: Reeves!
–3 train
Three-year-old girl, creeping toward pigeon: Woof! Woof!
Mom: Maya! What are you doing?
Three-year-old girl: Woof! Woof, woof!
Mom: Maya, that’s not a dog, it’s a bird… And birds don’t bark.
–Sakura Park
Overheard by: eating my ziti
Four-year-old boy: There are too many people on the train. Someone needs to get off.
Mom: Who needs to get off?
Four-year-old boy: Us!
–A train
Overheard by: otilio
Little girl: You can’t party at school.
Little boy: Party?
Little girl, raising the roof: Like ‘Whoop, whoop!’
–Earth School
Overheard by: sjhaughty
Little boy: Mommy! Mommy! Can we make our own baby tomorrow?
Flustered mom: What? No. What are you talking about?
Little boy: Can we make a baby? Please! Can we please make a baby?
Flustered mom: We’re not making a baby. Not tomorrow or any other day. No more babies. Ever.
–Century 21
Little boy #1: We wanna go over there and see the shiny wall.
Little boy #2: Yeah, we wanna see the shiny wall.
Babysitter, waiting in line: Fine. But what’s the rule?
Little boys, together: Don’t get kidnapped!
Babysitter: Right. Have fun!
–Guggenheim
Nine-year-old boy: Mom, are we done?
Mom: Yes, we just need to check out.
Nine-year-old boy: Yeah! We’re done! D-u-n, done!
–Duane Reade, 33rd & Broadway
Overheard by: themelancholydane
Little girl: You’re the most beautiful girl in the whole world! [Mom smiles.] You are.
Mom: I think you’re the most beautiful girl in the whole world.
Little girl: Only to you.
Mom, holding up girl’s art project: Actually, I think she’s the most beautiful girl in the whole world.
Little girl: No! She’s a princess bird-fish!
–F train
Overheard by: Actually, I’M the most beautiful girl in the world
Little boy: How much farther is it?
Father: Well, we’re on 116th now…
Little boy: Oh, no! I don’t wanna do math now!
Father: And we’re going to 112th… What do you think?
Little boy, sighing heavily: Okay… 116 minus 112… That’s three streets!
Father: No…
Little boy, halting and releasing father’s hand: What do you mean, ‘No’?! Hey! Come back here!
–116th & Broadway
