Monday, August 9, 2010

My Em

This morning as I was helping Emerson get ready he was full of questions.

Em:  Mom, if you die who will be my mommy?

Me:  I'm not going to die.

Em:  But what if you're like 10 hundred years old?

Me:  Then you will be old enough to take care of yourself.

Em:  But I still need a mommy.  What if you die?

Me:  Well, who would you like to be your mommy?

Em:  You.

Me:  But I'm dead!  You can't pick me!  (yes, I got a little too invested in the scenario)

Em:  Ummm... OK.  Then I'd pick Jodi.  (my sister)

Me:  That sounds like a good idea.

Em:  But don't die OK mom?

Me:  I'll try not to.

Then we moved onto more important things like boogers and toothbrushes.

That guy sure keeps things interesting around here.

**Oh and don't forget to enter to win the PW cookbook.  It's soooo worth your time.**


Mandi said...

Okay so I guess I'm a wimp but those conversations with my kids always break my heart.

I Am Momma - Hear Me Roar said...

Can I at least be second in line? Please?

Julaine said...

That kid is awesome!

The Snow Queen said...

Good to know just in case? By-the-way can I have your kitchen table if you die? I really like the color.

Leca said...

The table is so yours.

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