Really, is there anything better than a conversation with a 3 year old? Here are some of our recent conversations:
Eric asks Emmett, as part of a magic trick, "Where does God live?" Emmett responds, "God lives in Minnesota." The answer we were looking for was Heaven.
Emmett is very into neighborhoods and neighbors lately (for the past few months). So he'll often ask, as we get near our home or near Grandparents' homes, "Is this our (their) neighborhood?" My response, "Yes, this is." "The whole world is our (their) neighborhood?" My response, hesitation, "Well, yes, I guess you could consider the whole world our neighborhood." Wow, such philosophical questions from a 3 year old!
Emmett what are you drawing? "A happy monster!" Why, yes of course, it really is a happy monster! (click to zoom)
"Emmett, what's going on here?" As I stare at disbelief at all of his shirts (neatly) stacked on top of his train table. "I picked out my clothes for tomorrow."
When Eric picks Emmett's clothes out for Sunday morning (pretty much the only time Emmett doesn't get 100% control over what he wears), I hear this, "Mom, I don't like this dress." And no, we are not making him wear a dress. He just calls his outfit a dress, because I tell him to get dressed. It really does make perfect sense.
He tells me almost daily, "Look Mom, your tummy's getting bigger!" Yes, I am pregnant, but only 11 weeks. We'll just call it a growing baby bump!
When he doesn't have to go to the bathroom but I've asked him to try, "But Mommy, there's no potty in my penis."