Emma: “I not crying. I happy! I happy right now.”
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We’re on a walk through the neighborhood, and Emma notices the wooden decorations in a neighbor’s front yard. There’s an elf sitting on top of a reindeer.
Emma: “Oh, he’s riding a Bambi!”
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In the bathtub one night, she began putting letters up on the wall (they stick to the tile when they’re wet. Then she “read” what she spelled.
Emma: “W…M…O…Z…J…I. Emmmmmmma.”
(take them down and start over)
Emma: “N…S…J…M…O…W. Mommmmmy.”
(take them down and start over)
Emma: “E…Z…B…I…W…M. Daaaaddy.”
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Taking me a little too seriously:
Me: “Emma, I think you’re made of fruit.”
Emma: “No, I not made of fruit, I EATING fruit.”
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