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Now for some quotes from our favorite four year-old.
Emma: Daddy, you drinked a lot of beer and it made you grow a beard on your face.
When trying to get my attention about something.
Emma: Daddy, I mean Mommy, whatever your name is.
After Paul smashed a mosquito in the house.
Emma: DADDY, you killed NATURE.
After tripping a bunch of times in the house.
Emma: What is going on with me?!
Emma turned four and a half years old this week. (Insert exclamations of consternation and the how is this possibles and the where has the times gones here). I usually wax emotional about all things milestones, but instead of crying to you, I’ll just cry to myself while I look at baby pictures of her. But, for your enjoyment, I did a little interview with Miss Emma Badger in honor of her half-birthday.
What’s your name? “Emma W”
How old are you? “Four and a half”
What is your favorite food? “Strawberries and mac and cheese and pizza and milk and pink lemonade.”
What is your favorite color? “Um some of the colors. I don’t like all of the colors. Light pink, light purple, light blue, just purple, pink, and blue.”
What do you want to be when you grow up? “Just like you. Being like a mommy. They go to work and they go to a friend’s house. Um, a dentist!”
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While changing Henry's diaper.
Paul: Hey momma, Emma put diaper cream on Henry's butt.
Emma: Yeah!
Paul: Maybe this can be your job from now on Emma.
After Emma threw a rosary at Henry.
Samantha: Emma, we do NOT throw Jesus.
After a long day when I was tapped out.
Samantha: Eating a bowl of cereal and a glass of rosé.
Paul: HOW can you have milk and wine together.
Samantha: Spoon to mouth. Like this.
Emma: When I grow up, I want to be a mommy.
While reading my Bible in bed one evening.
Emma: runs and grabs her own Bible and sits down next to me
Emma: Dear Jesus, help Jesus. Come to our home. Thank you for our blessings. Don't worry Jesus, I'm right here.
After I sprained my foot and was elevating it in bed.
Emma: Are you okay momma? Don't worry, I'm always here. I'm going to close your door so you can have some quiet time. Tell me if you need anything. Shuts the door.
Something crashes in another room.
Emma yelling from the other room: I'm not doing bad things!
Henry crying.
Emma: I didn't hit him. Or head butt him. Or kick him.
Getting ready for a Labor Day BBQ.
Emma: I want to wear a dress to the party.
Samantha: I want to wear one too. Should daddy wear one? What about Henry?
Emma: No momma. Henry doesn't have any dresses, he's too small. And daddy is too tall!
Emma: Just me, because I'm a big girl.
Emma noticing that our bed was not made.
Emma: Oh my goodness daddy! You didn't make your bed!
While leaving the shopping center parking lot.
Emma: BYE AFRICA!
While talking on her pretend cell phone.
Samantha: What are you doing Emma?
Emma: I talkin to Emma's Memaw. (my mother)
While getting ready for school one morning.
Samantha: Emma, how would you like your hair today?
Emma: I don't want it down or in a pony tail.
Emma: I want it crazy. Like a princess.
Samantha: Princesses have crazy hair?
Emma: I need a crown.
Emma is stuffing her face while eating dinner one night.
Samantha: Okay Emma, don't eat too much or you will get a tummy ache.
Emma: Okay mommy.
Emma: Like the caterpillar!
During breakfast one day.
Paul: Hey Emma. Did you know your Auntie Mariah is coming to visit you soon?
Emma: Well, we have to finish breakfast first.
After I spilled my tea all over the kitchen table.
Emma: It's okay mommy. Accidents happen!
On our way to the playground.
Emma: Momma, are we at the playground yet?
Samantha: No we aren't, but soon.
Emma: Okay. I'll hold my horses.
While Paul and I were in the kitchen we hear.
Emma: MOMMY! DADDY!
Paul and Samantha: What?
Emma: Wipe my butt!
Paul: Can you do it yourself?
Emma: No way.
On the car ride home after Mass when we were trying, and failing, to teach her how to whisper.
Emma: Whisper momma. Like this.
Emma: Watch me whisper! *does not whisper*
After she finally stays in bed all night.
Paul and Samantha: going crazy, jumping up and down, high-fives all around
Samantha: Here is your lollipop!
Emma: Mom, will you hold it? I go potty. I don't want to drop it in the potty.
When Henry was trying to play with her toys.
Emma: Tell baby Henny he can't touch my toys!
Samantha: Why can't he play with them?
Emma: Because I said so!
Cake pops for three days in a row.
While hiding under her comforter on her bed for hide-n-seek (not quite grasping the concept).
Samantha: Is she under the bed? Is she behind the curtain?
Emma: No.
Emma: Bed me.
Samantha: Would you like to come snuggle with us?
Emma: (very enthusiastically) HAHAHAHAHA.
Emma: No.
While snoring loudly and soundly in bed for at least ten minutes.
Emma: zzzzz...
Samantha: sneezes
Emma: shoots up out of bed
Emma: Bless you momma!
Emma: Goes immediately back to sleep.
Paul: Emma, you are perfect!
Paul: Say you're perfect.
Emma: I pooped.
After a round of enthusiastic fake sneezes.
Emma: Bless you, me.
After saying our bed time prayers.
Emma: Diss you, Je Je.
(Translated: Thank you, Jesus.)
After she tucked her dino into bed.
In the midst of potty training adventures, Emma sat down on the foot stool to watch me pee.
Emma: clap, clap, clap
Emma: Hooray, momma!
Fighting bed time yet again with a spirited bout of fake crying.
Emma: wahhhh!!!
Paul: Responding with his own round of fake crying.
Paul: If you cry, I am going to cry too!
Emma: Dada! No cry.
Paul: Thank you for making Emma.
