Oh Emma, Oh Kate.

Kate: I sorry for being a brat, mom.
Me: What did you do?
Kate: I just felt like saying that.

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Kate walked out of her room in a black skirt, black shirt and black boots.

Me: Why are you wearing all black? Here let’s put some pink leggings on.
Kate: No. Black widows do not wear leggings.

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Kate: I see the moon, mom! Awwww!! It’s broke!

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Me: Hey Kate. Did Uncle Jon ask you if you were going to sit on Santa’s lap this year?
Kate: Were you talking, mom?

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Kate skinned her knee.

Kate: You see my booboo right there? That means my skin break.

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Found Kate in her room pulling at her clothes and whining.

Me: What’s the problem?
Kate: I don’t like my tags!
Me: Ok, you don’t need to cry about it. I can cut them off. Here.
Kate: I sorry, mom.
Me: Sorry for what?
Kate: I sorry my clothes have tags.

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Aunt Jenna: Emma, what did you ask Santa for Christmas?
Emma: Bow and arrows!
Aunt Jenna: Kate, what are you getting for Christmas?
Kate: uh…a horse.

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Me: Oh Kate. I don’t know how much longer you can wear these shoes. They are getting pretty small.
Kate: They are shrinking to (baby cousin) Gabby size.

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Kate walked downstairs with a long shirt on. No pants.

Me: Uh….where are your pants you had on earlier?
Kate: Princesses don’t wear pants.

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Emma and Kate were coloring on heart shaped foam pieces.

Emma: How do you spell rock? Like “you rock”?
Me: R-O-C-K
Kate: How do you spell “I don’t love you”

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Kate was staring at a fly on the table.

Kate: Mommy. Is that fly a boy fly or girl fly?

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I had to help Kate in the bathroom.

Me: Oh! You had green poop!
Kate: Thank you.

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Me: Emma I don’t like that attitude.
Emma: I don’t have one.
Kate: I want an attitude!

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Kate: My teacher doesn’t have a trash can.
Me: What?
Kate: Ha! Yeah she does.

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Kate: I love Emma.
Me: I love Emma too.
Kate: I love daddy.
Me: I love daddy too.
Kate: Mom. Stop copying me.

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Me: Kate! Layla is coming over!
Kate: Uh, what’s her mom’s name?
Me: Cierra
Kate: What color her hair?
Me: Brown
Kate: Uhhh I don’t get her.

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Me: Kate, what does your teacher call you?
Kate: Uhhhhh
Me: Is it Kate-a-rooni?
Kate: No, it’s chicken butt.

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I was wrapping presents in front of Kate. I put them in a big pile on counter as I got done with each one.

Kate: Whoa. That’s a lot of Christmas right there.

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Aunt Jenna: Kate! You see my belly now? It’s getting bigger because the baby is getting bigger!
Kate: Uhhhh…how you get dressed?

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Emma got in trouble for something. I sent her to her room.

Emma: Fine. I’m not talking to you for the rest of my life today.

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Scott: Emma! What would you do if there were no more pencils or pens in the world?!
Emma: Uh…use my tongue.

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Me: Kate! I think Emma is calling you on her fake phone.
Kate: Let’s pretend she’s not.

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In line at grocery store. Line was being held up by a check writer.

Kate: WHAT IS TAKING SO LONG! COME ON PEOPLE!

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Me: Emma! Last day of school tomorrow for winter break!
Emma: For how long?
Me: Couple weeks I think.
Emma: Until I’m 17?

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Kate: Today we celebrated a kid’s birthday in school!
Emma: Cool Kate! Who’s birthday was it?
Kate: Uhhh…baby Jesus.

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Me: Ugh! What is that smell? It smells like poop in here.
Kate: Not me.
Emma: Not me. Smells like daddy’s.

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Kate laying in bed with me one morning.

Kate: Mom, something is in my eye. Right here (in corner). It feels like a crumb.

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Me: Let’s call Jon! It’s his birthday!
Kate: Uh…like Uncle Jon or Jon at the gym?
Me: Wait, what? Who is Jon at the gym?
Kate: It’s Jon. He my friend. I call him Jon at the gym.

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Getting girls ice cream at a drive-thru. I ordered and pulled up to window.

Kate: YES!! This is my favorite part, Emma! (Rolls down her window as employee was taking my card) HI!!!!

8 thoughts on “Oh Emma, Oh Kate.

  1. “Princesses don’t wear pants.”
    LOL I’m going to have to use that line when I don’t feel like wearing pants!

    Also – love the way Kate moves the line along at the grocery store. I’d LOVE to say that out loud sometimes! You know, sometimes it sucks being a responsible adult 😉

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