"Uh oooH"

This word strikes fear in my heart. Not because Emma has done something she didn't mean to, but rather she did exactly what she meant to do. I try to tell her that Uh-OH is only when there is an accident. I think it translates into "job well done" in Emma language. This is how we started this Friday morning off.

What? We have to leave in 10 minutes? No problem.

You eat your cereal off the floor. No, mommy is not

having a nervous breakdown. Ants are our friends.

licking cereal dust off her fingers=one classy lady

Bye Daisy, we have to go. P.S. Thank you. P.P.S.

I promise to give you ham after Dan goes to sleep tonight