This is priceless! My own daughter (now 4 1/2 years old) occasionally comes up with her own handful of gems from somewhere deep inside her memory bank.
She was blessed (or damned from your point of view, I don't know) from early on, to be dragged from one sporting event to another. I've always frequented pro sports events and since she could get in for free until the age of three, well, I just took full advantage of it. We spared no expense and purchased her little cheerleader outfits with our local team's emblems. She looked cute as hell! So much so, that on one occasion she singlehandedly secured us an invitation to join a party in a luxury booth at a Marlins game, just by being cute.
At these events, and especially at the basketball games, she became curiously involved in the rallying cries that the home team's organizers would inevitably push for, during the crucial stretches toward the end of the games. You know the ones: "Let's go Heat!" or "Charge," or just simply "Defense." There are many others as well. They vary from sport to sport, and from one town to the next.
One night at home, I recall my daughter and I were coloring in the family room. We could hear the TV blasting away in the bedroom. Commercials were playing.
As we both silently worked on our projects, we could hear the opening chant from the Queen classic "We will Rock You." It began "We will, we will..." And then she lifted her little face, looked me square in the eye, and bellowed out right on cue: "Wok you!!!" She was barely three years old at the time. I sat there completely awestruck, beaming with pride and with a stupid grin on my face. Then I reached over, grabbed her by the cheeks and gave her a big smooch!
What a wondrous miracle children are, and how infinitely lucky we are to be loved by them!