Tonight Emma was really not feeling well. She probably has a stomach virus and has had a fever since early this morning. After dinner she just laid on the couch and watched Wheel of Fortune (hey it's good for her) as I fed Lydia her early evening bottle. A conversation ensued...
"Daddy you're my friend" Emma said.
"Well what a nice thing to say, Emma. You are my friend - and my daughter too! You are my oldest of three daughters." I replied.
"I have two sisters!" She said proudly.
"Oh really?" I questioned. "What are their names?"
"Wydia and Chloe" She replied. "Wydia is a tiny baby sister and Chloe is a bigger sister, but she's not the big big sister. That is me. I am the biggerest sister"
As the Mrs. was unpacking a tote full of clothing (we're doing the seasonal clothing shuffle), the conversation followed Emma throughout the family room. At this time, Chloe crawled up into my lap to look at her baby sister. She patted Lydia gently on the back and said "oooooooooooooooooohhhhhhhh schmall!" Even Chloe, as little as she is, seems to understand just how precious a baby is to the world. As long as there are babies, I feel there is hope for this world.
Emma came walking back from her momma wearing an all-too-big set of foot apparel.
"LOOK DADDY! I'VE GOT FRIP FROPS!" She shouted as she walked like a big-shoed clown across the carpet.
She crawled back up onto the couch and laid down, picking her toenails like the rest of the women in this family. I'm sure Lydia will do it too as soon as she can sit up.
The next statement Emma made kind of came from nowhere. As she was watching tv and picking at her toes, she calmly said "Daddy you have big boobies like mommy. I have little boobies." Her eyes never left the tv.
I am now officially on a diet. Well.... tomorrow. I must now hurry to Sonic to get a shake so the Mrs. and I can watch The Biggest Loser on NBC and be amazed at how much weight those people lose and what strong will they must have.
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