"Eat your rocks, bear. Eat your rocks." As she's taking rocks out of her purse to put on the table in front of the bear. Then...
"It's not yucky, kid."
(hmmm. That's something I hear coming from me. Especially to my very picky eater, Emily.)
Then, while we're eating lunch Emily says, "Mom, I want a baby brother."
Me: We're having a baby sister
Emily: I want a baby brother, Mom. (not anytime soon kid!)
Me: Are you going to help me with baby sister?
Emily: Yah.
Me: Are you going to help me feed the baby?
Emily: I'm not mommy, I'm Emily.
Me: Are you going to help me hold the baby?
Emily: I can't. Baby is big. (As she holds her hands out for a 35" baby. I certainly hope not!) And I'm thinking, "what a helper."
Me: Are you going to play with the baby?
Emily: Yah.
(great. Come 8-9 months I will take her up on that.)

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