Emma at 3 1/2:
Princess of pre-school.
Senorita of the parasol.
Sweet big sister to baby John-John.
Playtime pal to big brother Spencer.
Pray-er of "grateful" prayers.
Idolized by cousin Ryan.
Lover of books.
Spunk encarnate.
Oh, how we love this Emma girl!
Overheard at our backyard swingset: (setting: Spencer's soccer team playing on the field behind our house; Grandpa Brad swinging Emma on our swingset, talking to our neighbor, Paul Gavura)
Emma: Look, there is a rainbow!
Paul: Well, actually, Emma, that is a contrail from an airplane. (Goes into explanation of a jet contrail). Can you say contrail?
Emma: (silence)
Grandpa Brad: Emma, can you say contrail? Sure you can...con - trail.
Emma: (silence)
Emma: It's a rainbow. It's an airplane rainbow.
See why we love this girl?!!?