Emmieism's

ERIC PICKING ON EMMIE (in her language):

"You need to flippin' watch your language you freakin' fool.

EMMIE PICKING ON ERIC:

Emmie:  Mom!?

Eric:  She is on a dog walk.  What can I help you with?

Emmie:  Nevermind.

Eric:  So, I'm useless?

Emmie:  At least I didn't have to say it.

After reading one of Constance's rhyming rude poems in Mysterious Benedict Society:

"I once knew a guy named Eric.  He was rather barbaric."

The day after Mom and Emmie slept in a tent on the deck:

Emmie:  Can we sleep in the tent again tonight?

Mom:  Sure.  Eric was maybe going to sleep in it if we didn't.

Emmie:  Wait, if he sleeps in the tent, can I sleep in his spot in the bed with you?

Mom:  Sure, that works too.

Emmie:  Wait, can I sleep on your side of the bed and you in his spot?

Mom:  Sure.  

Emmie (laughing):  Eric, you're sleeping in the tent tonight.  Consider yourself kicked out of the house.

Mom:  I'm not sure he minds being relegated to the tent.

EMMIE PICKING ON MOM:

Eric:  We have a package.

Emmie:  What is it?  Shoes, books or Ironman clothes?  

Mom (slightly amused):  

Emmie:  What?  Am I right, or am I right?

For the (her) record, she was right.

Emmie:  Do you know the song (breaks into verse) "Beautiful, Crazy"?

Mom:  Yeah

Emmie (motions to herself):  Beautiful

Emmie (motions to Mom):  Crazy

IN OTHER NEWS.....

While painting with acrylics, Emmie handed a tube to Mom to open:

Mom:  Look, turn the cap over and use that to break the seal.

Emmie:  Low key, that is genius.

Talking to G&G:

Mom:  Is Don fully retired, as in done done?

Emmie:  Do you mean Don Don?

I had put the dog bed on top of Emmie's bed such that Furby could run:

Emmie (explaining to situation in meme):  When you tell your dog to go to bed and they outsmart you by putting their bed on top of your bed.

Emmie:  Whose plain gray shoes are these?

Mom:  Mine.  They're my tennis court shoes.  Molly and I played tennis in the street.  You never see them because they're usually at the Racquet Center.

Emmie:  That's why I was confused.  Eric's shoes are enormous hiking shoes and yours all have a crazy unfashionable design.  These are so simple.

While watching a documentary that addressed the Fault Line.....

Emmie:  Why don't they just fix it?

Mom:  It's too deep....as in to the core of Earth.

Emmie:  Me, with my hot glue gun (mimics holding a hot glue gun)....to the rescue!

Emmie learned about employer/employee relations.  She paid Kallie $2,000 game dollars to build her a garden.  Kallie's work and work ethic was less than stellar.  

Emmie:  It was so sloppy.  Mason agreed with me.  He couldn't even tell what it was supposed to be.  I spent over an hour fixing it.  And can I say something without getting in trouble?

Mom:  Sure

Emmie:  I couldn't help myself from thinking, this is bullshit.