Oh Emma, Oh Kate.

I was driving with girls. There was a homeless man on side of road, at corner of stoplight.

Kate: Whoa! He needs to get away from street! He too close! He gunna get hit by car!

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In car.

Kate: CHIPS!!! Big chips!!
Me: Huh?

A Doritos semi truck passes me.

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Scott: Kate, what did you do while you were in Oklahoma?
Kate: I saw a dead mouse in (aunt) JJ’s house. (uncle) Coocoo said he was cute. Why he think dead mouse is cute?

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In car.

Me: Kate, I know you are tired. Take a little nap.
Kate: No. I not tired. (falls asleep…wakes up 20 minutes later) See? I not tired, mommy.

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Scott: I’m gunna give you kisses! (kisses Kate)
Kate: Whoosh. Took it off.

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We took girls out to eat. Our waiter came over and talked to us then left.

Kate: What’s his name?
Me: I think he said his name is Mark.
Kate: HE NOT HUNKY UNKIE!!! (her Uncle Mark)

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Me: Hey Emma! Do you want this egg carton? I’m sure we can make something out of it. Let’s think…
Emma: Ok!! Let’s just look on Pinterest then we’ll make it.

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I could hear the girls arguing about a toy upstairs.

Kate: Ugh! Emmmm-mma!!! When’s your dad coming home?! I’m gunna call your dad!

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Looking at Halloween costumes with Kate on Internet (fine, Pinterest).

Me: Hey Kate! What about Little Red Riding Hood! This is sooo cute!
Kate: No! I don’t like her! Her grandma get sick and the wolf comes.

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Emma: Why does Merida’s mom (from the movie, Brave) have black hair and the rest of the family has red?
Me: Well, children usually get certain traits from their mom or dad. They all got their dad’s red hair. Like you and Kate got daddy’s lighter hair. No one in our family got my dark hair.
Emma: Mom. The dogs got your black hair! Duh!

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Leaving grocery store with Kate. Putting my seatbelt on.

Me: Ok, Kate. Let’s go!
Kate: Yeah! Come on, mom. You can do this.

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One of the dogs peed in the basement. I could smell pee but couldn’t find it. I was on my hands and knees sniffing for it.

Me: Come here, girls. Help me sniff out where the pee is.
Emma: But mom! My nose is not as big as your nose. You are much better at smelling than me.

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At the store with Kate and Emma.

Kate: I gotta pee really bad.
Me: You just went!
Kate: Pee want to come out again.

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I run to bathroom with girls because Kate had to go. I help her in bathroom stall.

Me: Good job holding it, Kate!
Emma: Yea! That’s so good, Kate! Good job!
Kate: Thank you. Thank you, everyone.

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I was reading a book to Emma and Kate. I feel Kate pinching my arm.

Me: What are you doing?
Kate: I popping your pimple.
Me: What?! (I check my arm) That is a mole, not a pimple.
Kate: I popping your mole.

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Kate: Mommy, I missed you when I was sleeping last night.

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Picked up Emma from school.

Me: Ah! Emmie! How do you see with your bangs in your eyes?
Emma: Special powers, mom.

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Me: Kate! You’re crazy.
Kate: Mom! Stop talking like your sister.

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Me: Hey Emma. A couple of the moms in the neighborhood are putting on a neighborhood kids Olympics. Do you want to do it?
Emma: Yeah! Will there be cameras on me?!

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Kate accidentally fell on Scott and her front teeth cut his nose. It looked pretty bad. I took a picture of Scott and Kate to send to family. I zoomed in on Scott’s nose.

Kate: No, zoom in on my face.

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Kate: It’s peace and quiet in here! Let’s go get Emma from school now!

(It was 9 am)

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I was getting Kate dressed. I put her underwear on.

Kate: Why you gotta hide my butt?

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K-State’s mascot, Willie the Wildcat, was at a nearby grocery store promoting a food drive. I decided to take the girls to see him. I was getting dressed in my closet. Kate walks in.

Me: Hey, you want to go see Willie today?
Kate: Yeah! You let Willie see you in your underwear?

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Kate: Mommy?
Me: Yeah.
Kate: I a tired princess.

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Me: Kate! Tell daddy who your preschool teacher is!
Kate: uh… Bill Snyder!

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