Overheard

We were at Chuy's the other day and Emmylou told me she wanted to order for herself. I said fine, just tell the waiter what you want and be sure to use your manners. She said, "Okay, but Mommy, I'm not going to call him a waiter. I'm going to call him a maker because he makes our food. We're the waiters because we're the ones who have to wait for it."

Then the other day she asked if we could go to dinner at "Suzy's Tryin' to Grill." Um, yeah, that would be Suzy's China Grill, Sweetie. :)

Gary's also taught her some really valuable verbal skills recently, too. For instance, whenever she's doing something I don't like and tell her, "stop!" She immediately says "...collaborate and listen." Greeeeaaaat. I'm pretty sure she's never even heard the actual song.

Finally, last week Gary threw down some kitty litter in the carport to soak up some oil that leaked out of my car. Even after multiple explanations she still couldn't stop calling it "cat glitter." What can I say, she likes shiny, fancy things.

Funny girl.