Random conversation with my middle child, Emma, who is four-years-old and sweeter than actual sugar.
Emma: Momma, do you wike puppies?
Me: Sure.
(All of you people who know I hate animals SHUDDUP!)
Emma: Hmmm. Do you wike kittens?
Me: Of course.
(Seriously. Be quiet.)
Emma: Which is yuh pay-bor-it Momma?
Me: I don’t know… puppies I guess? What’s your favorite?
Emma: (Like she was WAITING for me to ask) WAINBOW puppies AND WAINBOW kittens!!
Ah, Emma. If we could all live a day in your red Mary Jane’s the world would be a better place.
