Me: Jamie, you are the King of Blowing Bubbles, huh?
Emmeline: Why?
M: Because, hear him blowing all those bubbles? He's good at it.
E: Mommy, you're the King of Mommies!
Shawn: Emmeline, please get your jammies on. It's almost bedtime.
E: I am! Chill out!
Uncle Gary: Uh-oh, looks like you dropped your taco.
E: Actually, it's a tortilla.
E: Mommy, I'm not sure he (indicating Jamie) is the perfect Jamie for us.
E: (crying, in bed) I'm not dreaming very well!
E: Where's Daddy's little car?
M: Remember? Daddy drove himself to work today.
E: He drove hisself? I'm so proud of him!
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