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We’re on a walk around the neighborhood with Emma in the stroller, Jose pushing, and me walking beside them.
Emma (reaching up from stroller): “Here Daddy.”
Jose takes whatever it is she’s offering.
Jose: “Was that a booger?”
Emma: “Yeah.”
Jose: “Where did it come from?”
Emma: “My nose.”
Nice.
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Emma: “Where’s Omic?” (pronounced like “oh-mick”)
Me: “Omic?”
Emma: “Omic is at old McDonald’s!” (giggles)
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Emma suddenly shows interest in a flower pot that’s been in the corner of the kitchen for some time. It’s empty, but has some lingering spots of dirt inside.
Emma: “Someone poop in dere?”
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In Corpus Christi on Saturday while getting ready for the wedding, Emma notices the tattoos on Jose’s cousin’s arm.
Emma: “Ohh, she has stamps on her arm!”
Me: “Yes those ARE stamps.”
Emma: “I want stamps!”
Me: “Sorry Emma, but you can’t have that kind of stamp until you’re 18 and can decide for yourself!”
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Alex and Krystle are getting married, as in, the ceremony is occurring in front of us. Emma is sitting on my lap.
Me (whispering): “Alex and Krystle are getting married, remember?”
Emma: “No, dey are just standing right dere.”
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These are great. I think I’m going to have to start Isla-isms. Glad my child isn’t the only one with a penchant for nose-picking.
I was trying really hard not to laugh at the booger thing.