This morning as she was helping me get ready/giving herself some Ruby Red lips for voting in style:
Me: Can you please pass me the cheek stain?
Emmy: Here you are (got it right)
Me: Wow, that's impressive, maybe you'll be a makeup artist when you're older.
Emmy: Thanks, but actually I want to be a mail person.
Me: Why do you think that job would be fun?
Emmy: (implied "duh" tone) Umm..because I like mail.
As we were driving home from voting:
Emmy: Why isn't the car moving?
Me: Because we are at a red light. Do you remember what a red light means?
Emmy: Stop! And a green light means hurry up and go already!
Me: Exactly.
After playing at her kitchen set for a while:
Emmy: Now don't touch those cookies, they're going to be very hot and I don't want to see you anywhere near that stove! (Love hearing myself quoted back to me;))
Me: Oh, I wouldn't dream of it.
Emmy: Well, you can dream about it, just don't do it.
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