In the church kitchen while I fold bulletins.
Emma: Am I on time?
Me: For what?
Emma: For my meeting. Am I on time for my meeting?
Me: Oh yes. You’re on time.
Emma: You can’t hear me. I’m upstairs in a meeting…Dear Jesus, how are you?...
Ok, Mommy, my meeting is over, I’m going home.
Me: Good bye.
Emma at home in the evening.
Emma: You wanna know what I’m going to be when I blow up?
Matt: Yes.
Emma: I’m gonna be a doll fixer. I’m gonna fix dolls with holes.
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I'm sure glad you are writing these things down. I know where I will take any of my dolls who have holes when Emma blows up!
She seems to do alot of quiet insightful thinking and then comes out with such interesting conversations. Don;t you wonder what we DON'T hear?!
Emma also told me that she was going to be a doll fixer to fix dolls with holes. But when I told her that at her age I wanted to be a professional marshmallow cooker, she lauged at me.
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