As we rushed around in our morning dance, I called out to Emmy to put on her coat. I overheard her say “good Lord” under her breath and immediately reprimanded her. She replied, “What? I was just thanking God that you are my mom!” Yeah, that is it.
As I was brushing her hair, she was being so Emmy and I said, “where did you get all this dramatic flair?” And then I stopped myself. Because I know.
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