Oh Emma, Oh Kate.


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I honestly have to say I’m a little nervous to write now. It’s intimidating to write with an audience. But then again, this audience knows what goes on in the sex cave in the basement. So we’re all friends here, right?

I mostly write for myself. It’s my own way of “scrapbooking” my family. But just because I’m a little nervous doesn’t mean I’ll stop. I give you the latest round of “Oh Emma, Oh Kate”. Emma is six and Kate is three. 

Me: Let’s go pick up Emma from school.

Kate: No. Let’s go to Starbucks.


Kate: I want to wear a swimsuit. (throws swimsuit in my lap)

Me: No, it’s too cold for a swimsuit. Summer is over. There are no pools open.

Kate: But I have a cover up thing!


Me: Nana is coming tomorrow!

Kate: Mom. Stop. Only kids say that.


Kate: Look what I found in daddy’s car!

Me: Cool! It’s a golf ball.

Kate: No. It’s MY ball.


I was making crafts with Kate. She gave me some tape.

Kate: Give me some tape please.

Me: Here, you can do it.

Kate: No. I just a little kid. You do it.


Me: Kate, do you want to sit on Santa’s lap?

Kate: No.

Me: You can tell him what you’d like for Christmas?

Kate: No. I don’t love him.


I was ordering lunch at a drive-thru.

Me: (to speaker) Yes, that will be it.



Kate and I were walking to Emma’s school to pick her up. A group of middle school kids on the track team ran by us. We got towards the end of the line of kids. These kids were out of breath and walking.

Kate: Hey! Why you walking? Hey you! RUN!


I took the girls to get ice cream with their Aunt Jenna. It’s a place where you add your own toppings yourself. We were the only ones in the store so the male teenage employee naturally started watching us.

Kate: I want those balls.

Me: Jenna, did you hear what she said.

Jenna: (laughs)

Kate: Two of them. I want two balls.

Employee: (couldn’t control himself and started laughing)


I was having a dance party with the girls in the living room. I was in my own world, getting down to the music.


Me: Yes, I can (dancing)

Kate: That’s how Gage dances! (her neighborhood friend) You don’t dance like Gage! Stop. Mom. Please.


Kate walks into my room.

Me: Kate. Where are your pants?

Kate: Mom. I don’t need pants.


We went to a neighborhood bonfire.

Emma: Don’t touch the fire, everyone. You will die.


Scott took the girls to his hunting grounds. They wanted to help him do whatever it is that he does out there. They came back a couple hours later.

Me: Kate! Did you shoot a deer with daddy?

Kate: HA! Mom. We just laid some corns.


At my parents house with my brother, Jon, and his dog, Claire.

Kate: (to Jon) Whenever we come over Claire is like AHHHHHHHHH! (screaming and shaking her hair all around)

Jon: I know Claire is…

Kate: AHHHHHHHHH!!!!! (now screaming and running in circles)


Kate and Emma were eating at my parents table with Jon and Claire. Claire barks.

Kate: Tell Claire to stop.

Emma: She won’t listen.

Kate: (leans over her chair and puts her face in Claire’s face) MEEEEOOOOWWWWWWWW!

Kate: (looks at Emma) There, I told her.


Me: Hey Kate, will you bring me my phone?

Kate: No. I not a great helper.


I was leaving the gym with Kate. It was a cold day but inside the car was warm because it was sunny.

Kate: I like daddy’s car. Makes me warm.

11 thoughts on “Oh Emma, Oh Kate.

  1. I love this!!! Reminds me of what I did to my poor mother. She got pulled over for speeding, and when the officer was at her window, I stuck my head between mom’s seat and her window and told her, that if she unbuttons her top and shows a little, the officer won’t give her a ticket. Apparently mom was mortified, and the officer was either too embarrassed or trying to hold in his laughter, he let her off with a warning. I barely remember this, but she reminds me of this quite often.


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