I’ve got this almost 3-year-old, going on almost 30-year-old.
She says some of the funniest things. I posted about them last here. One of my faithful readers and commenters, Donna, coined them Emmaisms and I thought that sure sounded catchy.
Today I put on my 80’s playlist to get myself moving to clean the house after the holiday storm that rushed through here a few days back. Trying to get back in my groove. I began singing rather loudly to Journey. You know how you do whenever Journey comes on. It doesn’t matter where you are, or what you’re doing. When Journey plays, you sing. It was a little bit of Separate Ways. I was belting it out pouring her some milk.
Someday love will find you, break those chains that bind you. One night will remind you…….
Emma looked at me and said,
“Mom, let them sing by themselves.”
She lives in a fantasy world most of the time. Princesses and fairies. She takes turns wearing her dress up clothes with the matching shoes and hair. Yes, hair. If she’s Elsa, she has to have a braid. Cinderella, a bun. Belle, a half bun. It is exhausting how many times she changes clothes and hair styles in a day. The other day she just wanted to be Emma.
“I don’t want to be a mermaid. I just want to be a human from America.”
Good enough for me, kid.
Don’t make the mistake that these little kids don’t learn how to make excuses at a very young age. Whenever she doesn’t want to do something that she’s been told, she collapses into a limp noodle in my arms and exclaims,
“But I don’t have any feet!”
She’s my little homebody. She never wants to go anywhere, not even the playground. Or the store. She says she’ll just stay home by herself. The other morning, she looked at me with all the seriousness in the world and said,
“Mom, I’m not leaving today. I’m just going to stay home and be naked.”
On that naked note, Material Girl is playing now and the house isn’t cleaning itself.
Have a great Tuesday!