Because my blog is essentially my journal, I have to record these here simply so I don't forget them.
Emmalee is a hoot. She is constantly popping off with some funny thing. Here are the most recent.
Mom: Emmalee, did you poop?
Mom: Honey, I think you pooped. You stink, I can smell you.
Emma: Nope, you can't smell me. Maybe it's your fingers!
Dad: Oh no, I'm running late.
Emma: Let me see the watch on your wrist. Yep, you are about five minutes behind schedule.
Emma: (Pointing to her chest) Mom, what are these?
Mom: They're your boobs.
Emma: Oh, well how long until they're big?
Mom: Not for a long time.
Emma: Hmmm, well how old do I have to be before I can buy a pink bra?
Mom: You have to be ten before you can get a bra.
Emma: OH MAN! That is A LOT of sleeps!