Four snapshops of Emma's endlessly fascinating mind:
1)
Emma: Mumma, when it's Christmas, I want a scooter. I will stay at home and you and Mummy will go to the shop and buy me a scooter. I won't look.
Mumma: Oh yeah? Why do you want a scooter?
Emma: To ride. [duh]
Mumma: What colour scooter do you want?
Emma: Umm. Red.
(I should add that the desired colour of the scooter changes each time this conversation is repeated, cycling through red, pink, blue, purple and green. But given that she was sveral months short of 2 years old last Christmas, we're a little surprised that she has such a sophisticated understanding of Christmas presents)
2)
I just got back from being away for a few days. We were all snuggling on the couch, when Emma said, happily, "I cuddling with my family. *sigh* I like it when we all in the same place."
3)
Emma: Mumma, what are you doing?
Mumma: I'm wiping this crayon off the wall.
Emma: Oh. Is it from me?
Mumma: Yup. That's right.
Emma: Did Mummy do it?
Mumma: Actually, I'm pretty sure you did it, Em.
Emma: Oh. (pause, then with complete sincerity) I sorry, Mumma. I didn't mean to draw on the wall. I draw with my crayons on the paper next time.
4)
Emma: I have a cookie when we get home? (referring to the cookies she made with Caroline over the weekend)
Mumma: No, I don't think so. Cookies are a treat. We're not having cookies today.
Emma: But I made them!!
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