I was sitting on the couch surfing channels when Emma ran up to me with a sweet potato in her hands and yelled, “Wook what I can do, Momma!” She sat on the floor and picked the sweet potato up with her feet. “WOOK! I can hold a feet patata wis my peet!”
Me: Wow, yes you can.
Emma ran into the kitchen to repeat her performance for Shuggie. (Note: I am sitting on the couch, Shuggie is in the kitchen. Hallelujah.)
Shuggie: (Laughs.) Oh I see! You can hold it with your feet…
Emma ran back into the den to show Aubrey her new trick.
Emma: Wook Sissy! I can hold a feet patata wis my peet!
Aubrey: WITH your butt??!!!
Emma: NO! MY PEET! WOOK!

Emma: Momma where is Nana? (Our very sweet, precious and wonderful next door neighbor.)
Me: She’s at work honey.
Emma: Awww man! NOT AGAIN!

I can relate. I hate it when other people’s jobs interfere with my social life. (Ahem, Aunt B!)

Before bedtime tonight the girls were having a snack and I started our nightly clean-up routine…helping them clean up their toys and messes from the afternoon.
Aubrey: I’ll be Cinderella.
Emma: I’ll be da wifegard. (As she climbs into Zeb’s recliner to supervise.)

After Emma had been disciplined for destroying my bedroom, a perfectly good bottle of lotion AND a jar of Vick’s Vapor Rub, I went into her room to console her. She was curled up on her bed hiding under her blankie and crying. (DON’T you feel sorry for her! REMEMBER what she did?)
Me: Come here, honey. (Emma falls into my arms still crying.) Baby, Mommy loves you so much but you can’t make messes and tear things up like that.
Emma: It’s OK Mommy…I porgive you…

(Say WHO?)

Me: Yeah well, I forgive you too. But you’re going to have to take a nap now because you aren’t acting like a big girl.
Emma: OK Momma, I will.

Two hours later…
Aubrey: Boy, Emma sure has been in time out for a loooooong time…
Me: She’s asleep.
Aubrey: Ohhhhhh!

Emma and I were snuggled up on the couch watching Robin Hood while Zeb and Aubrey attempted to teach each other Spanish. Zeb asked Emma, “Do you want any more chicken?” She answered, “I want Aubwey and my Daddy to stop talking so I can watch dis movie.”

Me: (Forgetting how ginormous my chin is today and bumping it on my shoulder…) OW!
Emma: *giggles* What’s wong Mommy?
Me: My boo-boo hurts.
Emma: *VERY serious* Oh, I sowwy. Dat’s not berry punny. Isn’t it Momma?
Me: Guess it depends on who you ask…

Me: Emma do you need to go potty?
Emma: Nope, I jest peepee in the kitchen.
WHAAAT?