it was bound to happen some time...

but I was working soooo hard to keep Emory from picking up the word "mine". When I wanted her to give me something I would usually phrase the request something like, "That's mommy's." Instead of "That's mine." And if you think I was putting too much thought into it, then go ahead and judge me, because you know you have your own "thing" that you've seen other kids do and sworn that you would NEVER let your kids do. So, who taught her this word? The bagger at Publix today :). Oh well.... at least she has yet to scream it at me while running away with scissors.