Instead, I hear (on our way to Cracker Barrel). "MOM (long pause), what's your favorite color?"
Me: "Blue."
Emmy: "You can have more than one favorite color."
Me: "I know, but I like blue best."
Emmy: "I think you like blue and red."
Me: "No honey, just blue."
Emmy: "It's blue and red. You need 2 favorite colors."
Me: "No, I just need the one, and it's blue." And under my breath to Mike: "I hate red. I wore enough in high school." Visions of me in my cheerleader uniform dance through his head...
Emmy: "Just blue? ummmm, ok. Dad, what's your favorite color?"
Mike, snapping back to reality: "Blue."
Emmy: "Just one?! Ugh! Well, I have two! Pink and purple!"
Me: "Good for you dear. What did you learn in church today?"
Emmy, ignoring me: "Brin, what's your favorite color?"
Brin: "FOUR!" (holding up four fingers and very excited about it.)
laughter ensues while Emmy explains to her that four isn't a color.
Emmy: "Brin! You have to pick a color!"
Brin: "FOUR!" Arms up. Laughing hysterically, and extremely proud of herself.
At this point, Mike and I are envisioning Billy Bob from Varsity Blues screaming "10! Mother Fu... 10!" and laughing so hard we're crying.
Emmy: "Is it pink or purple like me?"
Brin: "FOUR!" Both arms flailing, looking like Nixon flashing the peace signs.
At that point, Emmy sighs, exasperated, wondering what was wrong with her family.
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| Maybe we should stay out of the lazy susan |
