On Sunday she was trusted to grab her own quarter and put it in her church bag. The place where we keep a pen, a snack, a piece of gum to keep her
When we were leaving the Ulimate field last night to go home, Emory spotted a dog. It was laying down and facing us. She stopped, moved a little closer to me, and whispered, "be careful of that lion, Mom." I guess if you're 3, a Vizsla could be mistaken for a female lion.
And lastly, when daddy was leaving for work, I was outside putting something into the car. Emory had followed me, and was standing on the sidewalk waving goodbye. I grabbed Bubba and brought him out to wave to Daddy too. Since he has mastered the art of waving "bye-bye" (Ethan, not Eric), I wanted to show him blowing kisses too. Not to be outdone, Emory began blowing kisses too. Daddy returned one and Emory, in a rather exaggerated reaction, threw her head back, and grabbed her cheek. Then she casually looked me in the eye and said, "That one got me."