One of the many reasons I have to be proud to be Emma's mom.
Last night, Michael and I were busily making dinner for the missionaries. We were running short on time and as a bonus to us, the girls were playing quietly in their room. We noticed how nice they were playing and how helpful it was to us to not have them in the kitchen. We should have known. We've been down this street before (not this particular street, but we are quite familiar with Emma's antics). Here is the play by play of what happened next.
Christine: (with a smirk on her face) Mom, Emma just peed in our trash can!
Michael and Michelle: What?!
Christine: She really peed in our trash can!
Michael: For real, or just pretending?
Christine: For real Dad, she really peed.
Michelle: Are you sure she really peed, she didn't just pretend?
Christine: She took her pants off and everything.
Side note: I have an awful habit of underestimating how much time things take. We were really cutting it short to get dinner on the table on time with both of us in the kitchen. I did not have time for this. Also at this time, Jacob decided that he couldn't wait any longer to eat. He had already finished a sippy cup of juice and was ready for his peas. NOW. Back to our story.
I ran back to their room to see if Christine was right. Sure enough. I don't know why I doubted her. At this point, I didn't know whether to beat Emma or laugh. It is kind of funny. I left their room in disgust while Michael handled the situation. I really have been blessed with a great husband.
In Emma's defense, she said Christine told her to do it. Christine said she didn't, and either scenario wouldn't surprise me much. I'm very excited to share this story again in about 13 years. We're very proud.
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