Quotes

While Mom was folding and putting clothes away in Emmie's room, she chose to catch a catnap.  Emmie put a blanket in the laundry basket, laid in it and said, "This is the life."

We've lived in our house for 2.5 years.  6 months in, we had an electrician do some work, including the installation of a fan in the living room.  Emmie would have been 5 when the work was done.  Last week (and at age 7.5):

Emmie:  Hey, how did you get a fan in this room?

Mom:  What do you mean?  Do you remember this room without a fan?

Emmie:  Yes, it didn't have a fan.

Mom:  You are right, but that was 2 years ago.

This past Saturday, Emmie worked at PIP with Grandpa:

Grandpa:  We're done working for the day.

Emmie:  I like working.  Do you have any work for tomorrow that we can do?

Grandpa:  Tomorrow is Sunday.  I am not planning to come to work.

Emmie:  What about Monday?  

Grandpa:  Why?

Emmie:  If we do that work today, you won't have that much work to do on Monday.

On the way home from work with Grandpa, they saw a HyVee truck, "Hey, we have those by our house too, except with different people on it."

We had breakfast for dinner:

Emmie:  Eric, thanks for making the perfect eggs.  These are actually really good.  Mom, do you want some?

Mom:  I had some of those eggs in my wrap.

Emmie:  Good, more for me.

Emmie asked what a bladder was, and we proceeded to discuss.  Eric clarified that her bladder was an organ, but not like the instrument.  

Emmie:  What happens if you hold your pee?  Sometimes at school I have to go, but I hold it because we're doing something important and then when I finally sit down to go, it has expired.

While reading a book, Emmie struggled with the word, stomach:

Emmie:  Stom - ach (rymes with hatch)

Mom & Eric gave her the hint that it was a body part.

Emmie:  Why is there a c-h there then?  That is ch.  They should scratch out the h and put a k.

Emmie has been getting time on her iPod right before bed.  She has been sending Daddy, Anna and Mia messages that are very brief, "No more text messages.  I'm going to bed.  Night."  I questioned her brevity.  "I am going to play games for a few minutes and I don't want messages giving me issues while I'm playing."

Emmie brought a letter to Santa home from school:

"I wish for Shopkins for Christmas.  If it is too much to ask, make it easy on yourself."

Mom:  What did you mean by saying make it easy on yourself?

Emmie:  Like if his sleigh is too heavy, he could give me less.

Mom:  (big smile inside and out)