My dear, sweet Emma has a lot to say. At three years old, her opinions are sometimes a little skewed and hilarious. Here are some of her recent thoughts:
On food and beverages:
Daddy ate all his toast. His belly button was sooooo hungry.
(To James as she pets his hair) Jim, you're a little Americano.
You're the best cooker and the best little honey pie in the whole world.
This is a beautiful rock. Will it grow into a beautiful tomato?
Emma: I am the mommy and James is the daddy and you are the Emma.
Me: So what's Daddy?
Emma: Daddy is a peanut butter sausage hamburger.
(While examining a McDonald's burger) Jesus Christ. I said I didn't want pepper.
Your hair smells good. It smells like fruits and veggies.
Your hair smells very nice. It smells like ham poo.
This new toothpaste smells good. Like octopus.
I like your undies. All of your clothes are my favorite.
(Referring to James's booties) I like his flippers.
I like your blue and white eyes and I like your white teeth.
People don't like you every day in those clothes.
I'm making your hair pretty so you can feel good, good, good!
(While pulling James's rat tail) Look at his moose hairs!
Emma: (while looking at the clock) What letter is it?
Me: You mean time? It's 6:45.
Emma: That's a lot of money, Momma!
E is for Emma and 5 is for Baby James!
Me: James is six months old today. It's his half birthday!
Emma: Does that mean he can talk with teeth now?
Me: Look at him! He's crawling!
Emma: He crawls now because he's 58!
On love and happiness:
I love looking at your face all the time cuz you are nice and polite.
Just be happy cuz we have lots of friends in the neighborhood for you!
Does the music from the jumperoo make your ears feel good?
You're my best girl in the magic forest.
On animals and the state of her brother:
These are someone else's hugs. These are reindeer hugs.
Emma: Where's my blankie?
Me: In the wash.
Emma: Why? What's on it? Chickens?
Emma: I have something in my eye.
Me: Hmm. Is it a hair?
Emma: No. It's the Lion King.
(After James was cranky) I'm happy now cuz he's not cranked out.
Me: (to James) Bubba, you're so snuggly.
Emma: No he's not cuz he's made of plastic.