As we were backing out of the driveway on the way to church this morning and Emma said,”Momma, you wook jest wike a pwincess…”

Either she is really sweet, or she’s going to ask if she can go to Cancun with her friends over Fall Break later…

Emma: Momma, did my Daddy build dis whole wuld?

Actual words to Auburn cheer I taught Aubrey and Emma last week:
Botta getta botta getta botta getta bah! Rah rah rah, sis boom bah! Weegle weegle WARRRRR EAGLE, kick em’ in the butt big blue, HEY!

What Emma said to Aubrey this morning:
I’m gonna kick your big blue butt!
Aubrey: MOMMA!
Emma: (giggling like a maniac) I just shoking you! (That’d be joking…)

I was making Kraft Macaroni and Cheese for Emma and Aubrey tonight and Emma was crying, “I’m soooo hung-a-wee, Momma!”
Me: I’m making you mac and cheese.
Emma: (crying) Momma! I want real food!
(Husband laughing hysterically…)
Me: Hey. It IS whole wheat!

Sooo, we were talking about what the girls wanted to be for Halloween (princesses, shocker right?) and Emma says, “I, I, I, I wub to catch wabbits Momma. Cuz they don’t go pee-pee in my hand. Uh-uh they don’t. Right Momma?”

Huh?

As usual, I was cooking dinner with my soux chef Emma. She wants to stir and taste everything that is being cooked, and after I offered her a bite of chicken (teriyaki chicken, vegetable fried rice and potstickers, if you must know…) she said, “Momma, wick my chin.”
Me: Lick your chin? Why?
Emma: Cause, it is so ‘ticky…
Me: Gross. No, I’m not licking your chin.
Emma: Go on…taste it Momma. It gonna be soooo good.

I am working on revisions for my manuscript. I have highlighters, Post-Its and pens of every color and it is too much for my children to bear. Emma spent the last fifteen minutes trying to convince me to give her my hot pink highlighter.
Emma: Can I hab dat Momma?
Me: No.
Emma: Pwease, I be bery carepul wid it.
Me: No, honey. I need it so I can work. You have your own markers.
Emma: I not hab a pink one wike dat Momma. I not.
Me: Sorry honey, you can’t have it.
Emma: Well, if you share wis me I’ll be you best fwiend eber. But if you not share, I not be you best fwiend anymore. (The look on her face was priceless, I could see her little mind spinning and thinking of all the things and body parts she would color…)
Me: Well, sorry. You still can’t have it.
Emma: OK Mommy. Can I sit in you wap?