Me: Emory you're not a grown up
Emory: I'm married and a grown up
As I was putting Emory in bed for a nap he says, mama you're the best. (Ok we can keep him:)!)
Emory: Jesus made me and Target
Me: well he didn't make target
Emory... Oh he made me and the earth
Emory: geese have babies out of there bums
Me: laughing hysterically :)
Emory has some scrapes on his nose that I put cream on. He wakes up and touches it and says "it didn't work"
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