Robin's Chicks

Nudge The Nest & Pray They Fly

Emma Said: Rainbow Puppies

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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.

Aubrey Said: Pilgrims

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Last night my mother stuck her head in the bathroom while Aubrey and Emma were taking a bath and said, “Girls don’t make a mess in here. No splashing. Do you understand? Hang your towels up when you’re done.” (She was referring to the robe hooks my husband hung low enough on the wall for the girls to reach.)

Aubrey: Grammie Plum doesn’t do it that way.

(Grammie Plum is my mother-in-law. She lives on a farm, has amazing hayrides and nature walks for my kids and almost always hangs her clothes on a line to dry.)

My mom: How does Grammie do it?

Aubrey: She hangs her clothes up outside… she’s kind of a pilgrim-like. But with no Indians.

Emma Said: I am right

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This morning I was driving Emma to school when she piped up from the backseat, "Momma does it smell stinky to you?"

I took a deep breath, the air did smell of exhaust and maybe a little skunky.

Me: Yeah, I guess it does.
Emma: Heehee! That's cause I pooted Momma!!
I burst out laughing.
Me: Girl, you ain't right!
Emma: But Momma!! I AM right cause I DID poot.

For reals– she ain't right.