Today, Emmett had his last immunization to catch him up to all other 3yr olds. Needless to say, the nurse was still 5 ft from him when he started to cry. But the nurses are so great, they make it so fast, that it's done in no time.
I've always felt so bad about giving him so many shots so quickly after being home, that I'm a bit of a sucker for those big crocodile tears and pouty lip. As he hugged me after his shot, I whispered "I think you need some hot chocolate for being such a brave boy". He, of course, nodded fanatically yes. Hot chocolate is probably one of his favorite things right now.
One hour later, Emmett had finished his Starbucks hot chocolate, as I pulled into preschool. Emmett explained to me that he was going to cry when I left. (Not is such terms, of course - more like "Omma, I cry school".) He cries whenever I drop him off (it's normally Craig's routine), and it just kills me everytime I have to! As we walked happily toward school, I said I would miss him and I loved him, but I had to work. And since I had to work, I wanted him to have all the fun in the world!
He giggled, then asked "Why?"
"Because I have to make money" I answered
"Why?" asked Emmett
"Because Omma and Appa have to pay for things with money" I replied
Emmett stops in the hallway and looks up at the ceiling with his 'thinking' look... "Omma work for hot chocolate?"
Surpressing a full out laugh, I replied "Yes, Omma works for hot chocolate."
Just don't tell my employer!
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We told Xander that we have to work to make money. He knows we need money for chicken nuggets so he had a similiar gem: "you go to work and then we get money and THEN we get chicken nuggets. Uh Huh." Which is how he ends any statement he thinks is really serious.
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