Emmy has been a bit of a daredevil lately (by “lately” I mean “her entire life”), but as long as I can hear her little voice I can tell if she is up high, far away, under something, jumping from a countertop, etc. Since I had to turn my back on her to do the dishes, I asked Christopher for a little help.
“Chris, can you chat with your sister while I do these dishes really quickly?”
He started chatting, so I of course, listened in (the three cutest things in the world to me are #1 Small child hand holding #2 Small child dancing #3 Small child conversation when they don’t know grown ups are listening).
“So Emmy, what is your favorite color?”
Emmy stopped in her tracks. Was Christopher really talking to her? She gleefully smiled and said: “Um, blue.” (Blue sounds more like “booo-a”)
“What is your favorite animal?”
“Emmy, what is your favorite shape?”
“Good, good. What is your favorite tv show?”
“No, Emmy. You like Dora, say Dora.”
Eager to please her brother and keep the conversation alive, she readily agreed. Nodding, she said: “Dora.”
“What is your favorite magic word?”
With that, Chris saw the dishwasher door shut and ran away without another word. However, this was the very best day ever for Emmy, and she totally forgot that only moments ago she was planning to jump from the kitchen table.