Don't Go There

A few weeks ago on our way to the vet's office Emmit spotted a local cemetery and exclaimed, "I want to go there!" Of course, he had no idea what it actually is and just thought it was a park with pretty flowers.

I tried to explain that he didn't really want to go there and why people do go there. He continued to argue, so I left it alone.

Well, last night on our way home from soccer practice, we passed by the same cemetery. Emmit saw it and said, "You don't want to go there. If you do, you'll turn into flowers!"

Prepare To Meet Mr. Angry Feet

Yesterday at breakfast, Emmit must have been sitting on his foot. So, when he got up, his foot was asleep. He started moaning, saying, "Momma, I think my foot must be broken. You'll have to carry me."

I told him I couldn't carry him and that he'd have to stay put for a second until he could feel his foot again.

A few seconds later, his foot must have started tingling because he screamed, "OH! Now my foot feels ANGRY!"

We put Evie to bed last night and after about an hour, she came walking down the hall. When I tried to send her back to bed, she came up with an excuse..."I need potty".

So, she just made herself comfortable...
And then she must have found a good sale b/c she said "Wook, Momma! Butter!"