Overheard by my sweet Emerald lately...
-awed voice- Wow, Mama--I the most goodest singer ever!
Mommy, can i have a cheese sandwich for lunch? And can I have a hamburger on my cheese sandwich?
(Me:)...you want a cheeseburger?
(Emerald:) Yay!! Yes please!! With fries!!
Emerald was pretending to text on her toy cell-phone, saying "Dear Emerald, I am six years old. Monsters make me real scared; I gotta build animals. Can you help me?" (playing "Veggie Tales", lol)
(Emerald) What is that a picture of?
(Me) It's the Death Star, sweetie.
(Emerald) Is it one of Daddy's cars?
Trying to make plans for Emerald's birthday, she gave this input: Tinkerbell is nice, and I like Minnie Mouse...but I want a Cap'n America birthday party!! (she has now been talking about her Captain America birthday party for weeks!)
Related: I was showing Emerald costumes on Party City's website, asking what she wanted to be--Minnie Mouse? Strawberry Shortcake? A princess?
She yells, "no, mama--I gonna be...CAP'N AMERICA!"
After some thought, she adds, "Gaby can be Thor and Benjamin is Spider-Man!" (Avenger's Assemble?)
Emerald has been throwing a lot of fits lately--hazards of being a three year old. As I laid her down for nap, she whispers "Mama, I so sorry for screaming. I can be better..."
Getting better at bargaining, probably due to all the "Pawn Stars" she watches with us; I told Emerald she could have bubbles if she poops in the potty. She squints at me and says "Bubbles First".
This will be humiliating to her one day, but that's a very good reason to remember it, lol.
Emerald was sitting on the potty when I hear her yelling "Mom, help!! I need a doctor!!" (Drama queen!)
I said: He’s at work.
She said: does your friend live with you?
Pulled into driveway, I open the garage door: she says: Home again, Home again, giggidy gig. (I’ve said that a couple of times before…..she picked it up quick!)
In garage she says: Grannymom, you have a rake.
Yes I do. What do you do with a rake?
Rolling her eyes, she says: you rake leaves with a rake Grannymom.
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