Spaghetti is one of the very few ways Emma Kate will eat meat. When I told her it was on the dinner menu, the following exchange occured:
Emma Kate: Febetti, yay, febetti!
Grace: No, Emma Kate, It's PUH-sketti.
Emma Kate: Fe-bet-ti
Grace: No, say PUH-sketti.
Emma Kate: PUH-febetti.
Grace: No, Emma Kate, say "PUH" first.
Emma Kate: Puh-first-febetti.
For Mother's Day, Justin took the girls shopping. When they returned, I was giving Grace (who has just learned about keeping secrets) a hard time asking her what they got, where they went, etc.
Grace: I can't tell you where we went, but I can tell you the charms we didn't get you.
Lo and behold, for Mother's Day, I unwrapped new charms for my Pandora bracelet. Sweet Grace was so very pleased with herself for not spilling the beans and telling me what they DID get me.
"When I get fru sickin' I won't cough anymore."
"I wish it would quit darkin' so I don't have to go to bed."
"I'm tryin' to pick my up self" -Translation: I"m trying to pick myself up. Now, to correctly paint the picture, imagine EK with her arm between her legs standing on her tippy toes. :)
"Mexico don't have sketti." We were trying to convince Emma Kate that she would find something edible at a Mexican restaurant; remember her spaghetti infatuation.
All by Emma Kate, age 2 1/2
Watching coverage of the Royal Wedding:
Me: Look, Grace, there's a real, live princess!
Grace: Oh, like me!
Yes, Princess Grace, just like you. :)
Out of the mouths of precious babes.