It’s Not All Mary Poppins

Barf and death and baby brothers: the world according to Emily

Emily chatters. Chatters and talks and babbles and discourses. Explains and complains and explicates and expounds. Ceaselessly. Well, except when she sleeps, thumb planted firmly in her mouth.

But apart from that? Oh, how the words flow.

For richer:
“Did you have a Christmas at your house, Anna? You did? That’s good. So did I. That’s because we are rich, and we have lots of money for special Christmas things.”

For poorer:
“Some people doesn’t has lots of money for Christmas. Like the little piggies. One little piggie was going to build a house out of straw, but that was a dangerous house for the Big Bad Wolf to blow down, and he bought it because he was poor and didn’t have no money for a strong house.”

In sickness:
“And when I frow up inna night, my mummy brings a bowl so I can get it all inna bowl and not inna bed. And she takes the frow-up and frows it inna toy-yet.”

And in health:
“My baby bruzza didn’t frow up yet. My mummy has a bowl in his room, just in case, but he isn’t frowing up in it yet.”

To love and to cherish:
“And that is good, because I don’t want my poor baby bruzza to have to frow up like I did because he is just a baby.”

Till death do us part:
“When you gets very old and you gets sick and you will die and be gone forever. And then sometimes that makes the other people sad, because they will miss you lots and lots and lots and it’s okay to cry if you’re missing someone, but they are not sad and hurting any more.”

I wasn’t even at a wedding today, but I got all teary anyway.

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January 7, 2009 - Posted by | Emily, health and safety, the things they say! | , , , ,

10 Comments »

  1. Oh the cuteness!

    How very… profound!

    Comment by rosie_kate | January 7, 2009 | Reply

  2. how sweet, she is a chatterbox that is for sure
    keeps you entertained I am sure

    Comment by Marie | January 7, 2009 | Reply

  3. Sound wisdom from that little one.

    Comment by Dustin | January 7, 2009 | Reply

  4. I’d love to put her up against Bug. He jabbers so much I can’t keep up to write it down.

    Comment by Jill in Atlanta | January 7, 2009 | Reply

  5. Teary? I’m a near mess just reading that.

    Having recently lost a brother (the second to pass before the age of 40) and a grandmother, that really hit close to home.

    “…it’s okay to cry if you’re missing someone, but they are not sad and hurting any more.”

    Why is it when a three year old says it, it’s more believable than if your priest says it?

    Comment by Zayna | January 7, 2009 | Reply

  6. Oh my…that’s absolutely priceless!

    Comment by Coley Moley!!! | January 7, 2009 | Reply

  7. Wow – she’s a smart cookie and quite observant. I think I love that kid to bits! I’m glad you shared this 😀

    Comment by rambleicious | January 8, 2009 | Reply

  8. Ha! Quite the little clever clogs, isn’t she? Are some of those graced with unvisible quotation marks, do you think?

    Comment by kittenpie | January 8, 2009 | Reply

  9. so sweet!

    Comment by Suzi | January 8, 2009 | Reply

  10. […] really, who knows? You’ll recall the topics of rivetting attention yesterday were vomit and death, with a side of poverty. Vomit was the focus of most of their attention, undivert-able. Vomitting in the night, vomitting […]

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