John and I love monkeys, not sure why, but we do so it only makes sense for that to be a term of endearment for us to use with Emmy. This morning, I called her a monkey and she screamed, “I am not a monkey! I am Emmy!” Alrighty then. She has been doing this a lot lately any time I call her anything, such as silly. I have been trying to get her to learn her whole name and that she lives on Walker, just in case something happens. When I ask “Emmy who?” she replies with “Emmy Ruth”. It’s a start.
Wednesday, June 03, 2009
I AM NOT A MONKEY!
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