Time

If I ask Emma, "Do you know what time it is?" I get the response, "It's 6:01." I was thinking more along the lines of nap time, lunch time, bed time.... However, apparently it is always 6:01 all the time.

Actually

Me: Would you like a sandwich or quesadilla for lunch?
Emma: Sandwich.... actually gumbo.

Emma: Markers is at her house.
Me: Markers is at her house. But her name is Susan not Markers.
Emma: Actually, Markers.

Halloween

We took Emma trick or treating this year. We told her we were going for a walk and that she needed to wear her peacock costume. Fortunately, she agreed to wear the costume because she hasn't always been so willing this season to don a fleece costume in 80+ degree weather. Weird, I know.

The first few houses Emma just looked confused as to what we were asking her to do - open her bag, say trick or treat, etc. She got the hang of it and when it was time to go in, she just said, "Walk!! Walk!!" as in "Let's keep going!" When we got home she wanted to glory in all of her treats. She would take them in and out of her bag. She did this for the next several days. She did not, however, ask to eat any of it. She has never really had candy so to her, candy was a toy. She would pat the candy, carry it around the house, and take it in and out of her purse. To this day, she hasn't actually had any Halloween candy and has lost interest in her toys. I love it. I am that mean of a mom. I didn't actually offer her any. I am just not ready to fight that battle yet. Next year...