Me- "Emma, what do you want to eat?"
Emma- "I want crunchies."
Me- "What the heck are crunchies?"
Emma- "In salad -- cruchies!"
Me- "Oh,
Deb- "Do you want some salad, Caroline?"
Me- "She doesn't like lettuce."
Deb- "Maybe we'd be as skinny as them if we just ate croutons, too."
Emma decided that the lemon wedge in Deborah's water was her pet. She has been carrying him around the house. She calls the take-home-box he is in "his cage!". As we were getting in the car from Olive Garden Emma commented, "It's really windy. My pet really doesn't like that."
She cracks me up.
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