Savannah bosses Emery around constantly. It drives me (and him) nuts. One morning at breakfast while she was critiquing his every move, telling him how to eat cereal and the proper use of the spoon he finally points it at her and shouts, “HEY, YOU NOT MY MUDDER!!!!!!!”
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For some reason Emery has ended up with lots of nicknames. Savannah was always just “Savannah Banana”. But Emery has been everything from Little E. to Bubby Boy to just plain Bubby. Then one morning I changed it on him again. He came down the steps and I greeted him with “Hey there Buddy!”
He stopped in his tracks and looked at me funny. Then with a look of pity said, “I not bunny.”
So I explained to him that I said Buddy, with a D, da da, BuDDy. He nodded and the next time he saw Stafford he said, “Hey there my little bunny”. He’s been calling our dog a bunny ever since.
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Savannah at the ripe old age of 5 begins stories of her childhood like this: “When I was a kid…”
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I was taking the kids to my mom’s and was lost in thought. I could hear the youngsters talking in the back, but it wasn’t until I heard it get heated that I tuned in. Emery kept saying something about baby jello. I tried to make out what he was saying. The baby jello was lost? They tried to find the baby jello? Baby jello was sad???
Then Savannah huffed and rolled her eyes, “It’s NOT jello…it’s baby CELLO!”
LOL! They had been watching Little Einstein’s before we piled into the car to leave.
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He may get aggravated with her but he’ll defend her, too. This weekend I was trying to get her to do something and he said, “Don’t bother my sister!”