We have a variety of nicknames for each other in this house. Savannah-Banana, Little E., Sugar Booger, Booger Bear, Sweet Cheeks, Pinky Pie, and the list goes on.
One day while picking up her room I was talking to Savannah and called her Sweetie. Immediately she told me she didn’t want me to call her that anymore. “Oh, I’m sorry,” I said. “Is there another name that you prefer?”
“Yes,” she replied. “You can just call me Your Majesty.”
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Sunday after church Savannah went home with Aunt Jessica for a few hours. Jeremy and I took Emery to grab a bite to eat before stopping in at Walmart. During lunch Emery couldn’t get enough of our undivided attention.
He just talked and talked, enjoying the fact that his big sister wasn’t constantly interrupting to correct what he was saying.
Jeremy and I were enjoying it too, but at one point the little guy needed to be quiet so he could finish eating and we could go on about our day. After several attempts at asking him to “please sit down and eat your nuggets”, Jeremy got his attention, threatening firmly in his best “daddy voice” that if he didn’t stop talking and eat his lunch, he was going to take him into the restroom and spank his tail.
Emery was silent for a minute. Then, without making eye contact and while dragging a french fry through the ketcup he says, “Ya know Dad. I don’t actually have a tail.”
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I told you that little Emery is a smart one! Okay, so I meant book smart, but a smart “tail” would fit too:)
OK she’s amazingly smart, and witty!