you know, boys...

After a long weekend at her Dad's, Emma and I were catching up.

Me: Sounds like a great weekend, Emma. But I sure missed you... so glad you're home!

Emma: I missed you, too, Mommy. One day I cried in my room.

Me: Oh, really? What was going on that made you so sad? Did you tell your Daddy you were sad?

Emma: Nothing, I was just in my room and I missed you so it made me cry. I didn't tell Daddy. He's a boy and, you know, he doesn't know how to work it out.

Me: Oh, I see.

Emma: He wasn't there so I just cried a little.

Me: What do you mean he wasn't there? Where was he?

Emma: He wasn't in my room. He was in his room watching his TV. You know how boys are.

Here's to hoping this early insight to the male psyche will save her a few unnecessary heart aches!

Boys are crazy!

We were driving along a residetial street when a huge pick up truck with tires about the size of a compact vehicle revvs past us weaving in and out of traffic. As it is revving it also

Me: (mostly muttering to myself) Why would anyone really need a truck that size??

Emma: (obviously listening in to my private conversation with myself) I tell you what, Mommy, boys are crazy!

Me: Well, at times it seems that way, huh?

Emma: Those boys should just sometimes walk and leave those polluting trucks at home!

There is hope for a cleaner tomorrow yet... :)

Sorry is not going to do it...

As Emma was being dropped off from school ...

Emma: Mommy I have a problem.

Me: What's that?

Emma: I can't do it without my two jackets! (erupting in mournful outright wail)

Earlier in the week I had given some slightly used clothes to her friend who is a size or two smaller.

Me: But love, you didn't want to wear the brown one for last several times when I suggested and both of them are a few years old and will not fit you anymore next winter.

Emma: (in the midst of sobbing) They are my two special favorite coats! I can't have Brianna have them.

Me: I'm sorry, I should have checked with you, but you never wanted to wear either one, so I thought you wouldn't mind. What if it's Brianna's turn to have special coats?

Emma: No, Mommy. She throws them on the ground and it really hurts my feelings. I never wanted to wear them, because I didn't want them to get dirty or rip. They are so special to me. (again NO breaks in the sobbing!)

Me: I am so sorry, Emma. I did not know any of this.

Emma: Sorry is just not going to do it, Mommy...

There was no mention of any of this in the advanced theories of family development!!! All those credit hours gone to waste...