Tuesday, November 22, 2016

Monday, November 21, 2016

Thursday, November 17, 2016

School Musical

My Favorite Things

Songs:  Air Guitar, Let's Go Fly a Kite, Trot Old Joe, Going to the Zoo, Take Me Out to the Ballgame, The Marvelous Toy, Who Will Buy?, Pizza Love






Wednesday, November 16, 2016

Tuesday, November 8, 2016

Emmieism's

Emmie was reading a book about children performing The Wizard of Oz.  She pointed to a picture:
Emmie:  That's the Tin Can guy.
Mom:  Do you mean the Tin Man?
Emmie:  Yeah, him.

My Dad exchanged Emmie with Phil.  He had purchased paper plates from Costco for PIP.
Emmie:  I'm hungry.
Grandpa:  You ate at McDonald's with your Dad.
Emmie:  I'm still hungry
Grandpa:  Well, I don't have any food in the car.
Emmie:  If you don't have any food in the car, why do you have so many plates?

While in the car with Grandpa, Emmie was trying to play a song on her iPad, but it died.  
Emmie:  Can I have your phone?  I'll play the song on your phone.
Grandpa:  I don't music on my phone (as he handed her the phone).  How are you going to do that?
Emmie proceeded to play the song on his phone.
Grandpa:  How'd you do that?
Emmie:  I'm a genius.
Grandpa:  So, how'd you do it?
Emmie:  Geniuses don't share their secrets.

We had dinner at Grandma and Grandpa's house.  While waiting for final prep, we were seated around the kitchen table chatting.  We all had plates except Emmie since hers was on the counter waiting to microwave a bratwurst.  Dinner was stated as ready, "Ummm, I don't have a plate.  Did anyone notice?"

Donald Trump has a good name to make fun of.  At school, we call him Donald Trumpet, Donald Duck, Donald Dump....

SuckerFace (the fish) died.  Goldie remains.  I asked Emmie to say a few nice words upon flushing, "Bye SuckerFace, I'm sorry that I always hated you."

Mom:  Shaylee is coming over soon.  Do you want to get your reading done beforehand, or are you going to read to Shaylee when she's here?
Emmie:  How about afterhand?

Emmie traded a friend for a bouncy ball:
Emmie:  Look, it's an 8th ball.
Mom:  That would be called an 8 ball.
Emmie:  Oh.