Emil is the funniest little guy. I constantly hear from his teachers how expressive he is, especially when it comes to his feelings. Lately, he has been singing interesting versions of Christmas songs pretty much constantly throughout the day. It takes much restraint to keep from laughing out loud (he does not appreciate being laughed at — who does?).
Emil: A snowflake just be mad at me. So I be sad. Then I be strustrated (frustrated).
(To me in the car on the way to school): You know, Mama, you grow smaller and smaller until you are a baby. Then I be big and take care of you. I be your papa and I drive this car!
(Also in the car, after I pointed out the pretty sunrise): I did dat with my paint-bwush! I fwew up yike Superman and painted it for you!
If a cwokodile eat me, I be dead. Then you won’t see me anymore.
There was a bad guy in my c-yoset (closet). But now he’s nice.
Mama! Fwee-year-owds can do dis! (jumps onto the couch)
The things I will miss most about Emil at this age are his truly passionate hugs and kisses, his constantly telling every one of us how much he loves us, and the costumes. Always with the costumes.
We sure do love you, Emil.