Saturday, January 23, 2010


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.


The Gould Family said...

O M G...dying at the Vanilla Ice. Dying...we totally say that. I really hope V picks it up.

Shelly said...

She cracks me up! Miss you guys--maybe we can get together and play soon? I finally feel like I'm coming up for air a little bit more. Or maybe I'm just adjusted to sleep deprivation...either way, we'd love to see you all. :)

Tripp said...

Hilarious! Bringin' back the Iceman. Gary, you're aging yourself.

Kari said...

LOVE it! It's stories like these that make it so fun to see the world through a child's eyes- yes, Emmylou we are the waiters! ;)