'Dickless'

Emma keeps us on our toes. She has, by all accounts, got a great vocabulary, and like Mark and I she's quite expressive with her emotions (more Mark than me) and her expressions (probably more me).

We end up laughing most days when she comes up with a new word or throws her own little saying into a conversation but recently Mark and I were left rather speechless. It was a Sunday. Emma, Ben and I had been out most of the day and I knew I had messed with her routine BIG TIME. She fell asleep at 5pm or thereabouts and slept until 7pm. Because Monday was a holiday I wasn't too concerned about her sleeping in (she does most days, let me add, she has the sleeping habits of a teenager) and so we let sleeping beauty snore away...

By 11:30pm that night we were still battling to get her to bed. Every time we mentioned the idea Emma 'really needed' to do something. Go to the toilet. Read a book. Check on Ben. Cuddle with me. Watch 'just 2 minutes' of TV. The list was endless, our patience not so much.

Eventually Mark said to her "Emma, this is ridiculous! It's almost midnight and you're still up!"

Emma looked at him, arms to the side, palms facing the heavens, and replied "Dad you're killing me! This is 'dickless'!"

I tried very hard to keep the stern mommy face but the booger that shot out my nose as I snorted was a dead give away!

 Melinda