This batch of "isms" may be better titled, "Emma isms."
Emma: can I have another flamingo?
Me: ...a flamingo.
Emma: yes, for Kaylee and me.
Jesse: she wants a mango.
Emma: we can go on the jumpaline!
Emma: I'm strong just like Superman!
Emma: look, Momma, that dump truck is hauling that tractor! Silly tractor.
Emma to Lily: thank you, you're the BEST Lily.
(I walked back to the girls' room to tell them to settle down after an hour of giggling at bedtime, and found Emma up on Lily's bunk).
Me: Emma, get in your bed, it's time to go to sleep.
Lily: but we were looking at this book together! Can we please finish it?
Me: ok, I guess that'd be fine, but then Emma needs to get in her own bed and go to sleep.
Lily: ok, Momma. We haven't started it, so it might take awhile.
Emma, talking about our Venus fly traps: oh, that one let the bug out! That was sweet of him.
We were watching a few sparrows fly around and land around the house. All three thought that was great, and suddenly, Lily stopped and held out her hand. A few minutes later:
Lily: ...WHY IS IT NOT LANDING ON MY HAND!?
(we don't raise princesses over here, but apparently, someone expects to be treated like a Disney Princess when it comes to animals)
(I promise, more posts coming soon)