Writing her first and last name! Not bad for a 3-year-old!
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A ramble before bed one night:
Emma: “Maybe we can put a TV up there…” (pointing to a shelf on her wall) “…and I can lay right here…” (laying down in her bed) “…and watch it! And we can have one TV for Emma and one TV for my baby!”
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Emma: “Don’t sing that song.”
Me: “Why not?”
Emma: “Because it’s getting dark outside. When it gets dark outside you can’t sing the dit dit dit song.”
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Somehow she managed to step on her own hand, which she aptly described when I asked what was wrong:
Emma: “My toe stepped on my finger!”
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Emma: “Where can I wear my tap shoes?”
Me: “On the tile in the kitchen.”
Jose: “You can wear them in the dining room too.”
Emma: “Where’s the dining room?”
Me: “…It’s where my sewing machine is.”
(This made me realize Emma has never seen us use the dining room as a dining room.)
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We are on our way to meet friends at the park, and Emma goes running out the front door so enthusiastically that she trips and tumbles onto the sidewalk and into the grass.
Emma: “Waaaaaaah!”
Me: “Are you ok?”
Emma: “Ohhhh I hurt my leg. I hurt my skeleton leg!”
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Emma: “Jack Skellington doesn’t have hair.”
Me: “Nope. That’s called bald, when you don’t have any hair. Are you bald?”
Emma: “No!!”
Me: “What about baby Charlotte? She’s kind of bald. She doesn’t have very much hair. Maybe when she gets big she’ll have hair like you.”
Emma: “And when she gets big she’ll have eyes like a snowman!”
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So awesome!!