On the way home from Kylie's, I told Emmie that I would have stopped at the Dairy Queen for her if it had been open, "I think I know why it's not open. I have a hypothesis. It's cold out and no one likes to eat ice cream in the cold."
While talking to Shaylee, "I love to clean. Actually, my favorite hobbies are cleaning, sleeping and drawing."
Emmie: What does Crosley have?
Mom: A bone.
Emmie: How do you know?
Mom: Because I just pried it from her mouth to discover that it was just a bone.
Emmie: She was probably like, hey, what in tarnation? I didn't do anything wrong. This is mine.
Mom: We need to pick up your doll stuff downstairs.
Emmie: Why?
Mom: Just in case Crosley gets down there. Guess who I'd be in trouble with if Crosley got a hold of one of your dolls?
Emmie (smirking): Grannie Jannie! I want to see you get in trouble with Grannie.
Mom: Why?
Emmie: I'm always the one in trouble. Why can't someone else get in trouble?
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