Panties and Chicken Boobs

Her gorgeous blue eyes began to fill with tears as she looked up at me with a trembling chin.

"Emma, baby, what's wrong?" I asked.

We were simply getting her ready for school when the chipper mood flipped 180.
Her eyelids forced the water from inside her eyes. Her cheeks became stained.

"What is wrong, baby?" I had to ask again.

"They won't .... " she sobbed.

Abbie and I leaned forward expecting the worst.

"The deachers at my dool..." she started over.

Our eyes widened as if to encourage the words from her mouth. "My deachers, won't pull my panties from my crack at dool!" she blurted out, complete with a string of spit flinging to the air in front of her and repelling down her tiny chin.

The following day I was sitting at the dinner table. Emma was coloring a picture next to me and Abbie was standing in between us both. Abbie and I were talking about something. Something that at the time was more important than any of the many reoccurring interruptions we encounter every time we attempt an adult conversation.

During one of our pauses that is usually the cue for Emma to inject a "Mom, Mommy, Mom" she surprised us with a statement:

"Mommy, you have chicken boobs."

Abbie turned her head and stared at the words still hanging in the air.

"Wait did you say?" Abbie asked.

Emma pointed to Abbie's arm.

"Goose Bumps?" Abbie questioned.

"Yeah." Emma replied as if she had stated the question perfectly and began working again on her drawing.

Say, Say, Say

Well it's been a good time using Emma's mispronunciation as a comedic writing tool. We took her to a speech pathologist for an evaluation yesterday. They told me that she does mispronounce certain letters and she could benefit from some meetings with them! I was amazed by the entire process, but our little four year old was the most amazing part of it all.

She really showed affection for the girl named Sarah who immediately distracted Emma from the "adult conversation" I was having with the other student evaluator. Sarah assisted on a puzzle that worked her right into Emma's heart. It was obvious the friendship had quickly matured when Emma began to add comments after each of Sarah's questions:

"What is this a picture of?" Sarah would ask.
"A Duct" Emma replied.
"A duck, right, very good. And what color is this duck?"
"Yeyow" she quickly volleyed back.
"That's right, yellow." Sarah encouraged as she started to turn the page in her picture book.
"My sister noves aminals." Emma added.
"She does? Do you have one sister?"
Emma nodded, confirming an affirmative.
"Do you have a brother?" Sarah followed up.
"No, but we don't know fo' shore if Elwie is doh-ing to be a boy or a dirl when she drows up."
Both evaluators turn to look at me to decipher.

Trying to not laugh to hard I assisted, "Ellie is a tomboy right now."

The smiles cracked, Emma nodded in agreement, and the page of the book turned for the next line of questions.