We have a family tradition going back to my childhood of giving family members a “Good Game,” you know…how athletes are always patting each other on the butt and saying “Good Game.” Except at our house it’s not about the act the person is actually performing but more about the element of surprise. Emma loves to give me a “Good Game” as I unload the dishwasher, fill the tub up with water, or as I bend over to pull clothes out of the dryer. The “Good Game” MUST come out of the blue and be totally random to actually be funny. (And it always is…funny that is.)

This afternoon Aubrey (5), Emma (3) and myself were laying in the floor watching Sadie (7 months) crawl. We would place toys just out of her reach and watch her crawl army-style on her belly to reach her prize. I realized her diaper was soaking wet and sent my little helpers to gather a diaper and wipes for me. As I was changing Sadie’s diaper, she flipped over to her belly and quick as a flash, Emma popped her naked booty and cackled, “GOOD GAME, BABY SADIE!”

Before naps today, I was reading to Emma a book about the alphabet. (Very cleverly titled “Alphabet”.) Each page featured a letter, a poem and a picture reinforcing that letter. As I read the poems, Emma would pick out all of the items on the page that started with the featured letter. We made it to the letter “E” which was covered with intricately decorated Easter eggs, elephants and encyclopedias (and yes, this particular poem sucked.) At any rate, Emma’s running commentary went just like this…
On the letter:
A “Momma! I see an apple!”
B “Momma, LOOK a bumble-bee!”
C ” I see a kitty cat!”
D ” I love that duck Momma!”
E “Momma, when dat goose goes poo-poo I’ne gonna get dat egg!”

I was cooking dinner tonight for my in-laws and next door neighbors (homemade spaghetti sauce, brushetta, and salad, followed by bananas foster made by the husband…I know you people, I know how you think and I know you wouldn’t be able to concentrate reading the rest of this if you didn’t KNOW what we had for dinner. SO, now that we got that out of the way…)

Anyway, I was cooking and snacking on a piece of garlic bread out of the oven and Emma was standing in a chair “helping” me. When she noticed I was eating something she said, “What you eatin‘ Momma? You eatin‘ you boogers, huh?”

Emma just penguin-walked through the den holding her crotch with both hands and chanting through gritted teeth, “YOU CAN MAKE IT…YOU CAN MAKE IT!”
Me: Emma, do you need to go potty?
Emma: Yip, I want you to show me, Momma. (Translation: I want to show YOU…)

Emma (3) very thoughtfully took Sadie’s (6 mons) clothes off for her this evening then begged me to let her hold her baby sister…”I want to hold hurrr, Mommy.”
Me: OK, sit on the couch.
Emma: (held up her arms and said in her best baby talk voice about 2 octaves higher than her usual voice) Come ‘ere you BIG GIANT BA-BEE!!

I was feeding the girls dinner really early today, because they woke up from naps REALLY crabby.
Aubrey (4) and Emma (3) were wrestling in the floor, as usual and I called them to come eat….
Emma (to Aubrey): I’m going to eat my dinner, PUNK!
Aubrey: MOMMMM-MAAA!
Me: *Sigh* Emma, what did you say?
Emma(with a completely straight face): I’m going to eat my dinner, punk.
Me: What does that mean?
Emma: I’m going to eat my dinner.
Me: Punk doesn’t sound very nice, where did you learn that word?
Emma: At my ‘kool.

So….anybody know of a good military PRE-school? Apparently ours is teaching all manner of slang…

Emma was just sitting in my lap chattering away when she balled her tiny fist, hit herself in the head and said, ” I punch you in the head, heeheehee!”
Me: Where did you learn that?
Emma: My grandmudder named Shuggie just say dat to me.
Me: No she didn’t.
Emma: Yes, her did.
Me: You want to call her and tell her that?
Emma: No, I not.