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In swimming lessons, one of the exercises is “find me,” where the instructor dunks the kid underwater facing away from her, and they have to turn around in the water an “find” her again. Emma asked to do it several times one day, so after class as we were driving home, I asked her about it.
Me: “Do you like the find me game?”
Emma: “I like…the lollipop game.”
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Emma: “Oh, where did my ball go?”
Me: “I don’t know — you’ll have to look for it.”
Emma: “Where are you, little buddy?”
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Emma: “After I finish this ice cream, I want more ice cream, ok?”
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Emma: “What’s that?”
Me: “That’s a brain. Everyone has a brain inside their head. Do you think you have a brain?”
Emma: “Yes. And when I was a little baby, my brains came out of my head.”
Me: “…”
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Emma: “Let it gooo, let it gooo, turn away and slam the door…”
(pause)
Emma: “When she slams the door, she might hurt her thumb.”
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Already correcting my grammar, apparently:
Me: “Oh man Emma, your books are spilling all over the floor of the car back here.”
Emma: “No, they are not spilling. MILK is spilling.”
Me: “Ok, they are FALLING onto the floor.”
Emma: “Yeah, falling.”
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Emma is walking in rapid circles around the kitchen island for no apparent reason.
Jose: “Emma what are you doing?”
Emma: “Just walking around, Mama.”
Definitely true. (But also definitely not Mama who asked the question!)
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Me (reading The Very Hungry Caterpillar): “He built a small house called a cocoon…”
Emma: “No, it’s not a cocoon!”
Me: “It’s not?”
Emma: “No. It’s a CHRYSALIS.”
Well, I can’t argue with that. (Thank you daycare and the lesson you did on butterflies back in the spring.)
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