This is the conversation I had with Emma this morning.
Me: Emma, what do you want for breakfast?
Emma: Toooast! (she walks over to the fridge)
Emma: I reeeeeach. (stretches her arms above her head trying to get the bread)
Me: I don't think you can reach that high baby.
Emma: I climb. (puts her foot on the door of the fridge)
Me: Don't you dare try to climb up there.
Emma: I fall, hurt self. (pats her head)
Me: Yes, that would be a big fall.
Emma: Momma be saaaaad.
Me: You're right, baby. Momma would be very sad. I don't like it when you fall.
Emma: No. (smiles and runs out of the kitchen)
She is such a big girl and I absolutely love being able to hold conversations with her.
Her tiny little voice and facial expressions make my day. She is truly a special girl.