Here is a (very odd) conversation I had with Emma this morning:
Emma: Mommy, my owie on my leg does hurt so, so much. (note: the owie in question here is a tiny scratch barely 1/2 an inch long)
Me: Oh, that's too bad! Are you going to be ok?
Emma: I don't know.
Me: Can you walk on it?
Emma: No, I can't walk on it! (said with disbelief that I would even ask such a question)
Me: Why not?
Emma: Walking on owies is just not the responsible thing to do. (I kid you not, people. She really does talk like she's 40 sometimes)
Me: Oh, I see. (barely holding in the laughter) Can you tell me why not?
Emma: Well, you see, we have to recycle our owies.
Me: (still trying not to laugh) We have to recycle them? Why?
Emma: Because they are like fake bicycles, just like that horsie is a pretend bicycle at Jessica's (her aunt) house.
?????????????????????????????? Oh, to be inside her little head and know where these thoughts come from...
1 comment:
Taking after her cousin Steph by recycling :) hehe
Post a Comment