Whups. Found this post just hanging out in limbo. It’s from a couple of weeks ago:
Emma says to me today: “Poop starts with the letter P!”
So it’s 10:15, she’s been in bed for an hour and a half. I go in to check on her, and…
“Emma, you’re supposed to be asleep!”
“I’m reading about Curious George making pancakes, she informs me. “And taking a nap!”
I gently correct her. “Emma, you’re not asleep, your eyes have to be closed to be asleep. To bed!”
I go to leave, and she asks “Dad? Can I keep one eye open?”
In the car today, she asks, “Why are we real?”
I suggested that Descartes would say that we’re real because we think.
“What would day-cart say?”
“I think, because I am,” I replied.
“Why do we, why do we, why do we, why do we fink?” she asked.
“Because we have a brain. Inside our head,” I said.
“Why do we have a brain inside our head?”
Hrm. I liked her existential question better.
A bit later she informs me she doesn’t have a brain in her head, because she’s dressed as Eeyore.
In the shadow of the moonlight, a little egg dropped onto the ground, and it cracked open and a little, tiny tiny bird came out, a little tiny bird…and it was me!
It’s ye olde international talk like a pirate day.
(Pirate getup courtesy Erica Sadun’s Pirate app for the iPhone.)
“I’m going to go get some air out of my room. So I can fly!”
“I put the wind up in the sky. So I can fly!”
“The wind is going to blow you up in the sky so you can fly and your compuner* so you can e-mail!”
* Yes, she says “compuner” instead of “computer.” In spite of us working with her to say it correcnly (sic). Or maybe she’s combined “computer” and “commune.”
And from the “Who says TV is bad” Department:
Emma: Turtles don’t have any teeth!
John: They don’t?! Where did you learn that?
Emma: On TeeVee.
You put on the oven mitt and pull out a…
Mellisa and Doug insect puzzle piece.
You just gotta laugh.
Ahh, those good old days, when kids would play “Cowboys and Native Americans”
Instead of “GIs and Unlawful Combatants”?
So we’re at the physical/occupational therapist’s office, and Kerri, Emma’s OT, was helping Emma put on shoes after the therapy was finished.
Emma was more interested in a book about how to dial 911. There was a phone number pad, a boy with a broken arm, a girl, and a dog.
“Emma,” I asked, “why can’t the doggie dial the phone?”
“Because he doesn’t have ‘pposable thumbs,” she answered.
Made me so proud!
Kerri thinks I like to teach Emma tricks. Except I didn’t explain to Emma why doggies can’t dial phones…I explained to her why our kitty, TC, can’t draw. She made the conceptual leap all by herself!
Dad: Emma! You’re doing a good job of putting that together!
Emma: Yeah, I am doing a great job of putting it together.