Emma's been doing fairly well these days, with countless little stories about her life.
Jamie and the kids went to Target over the weekend, Emma returning with footie pajamas and a new Barbie. She wanders around combing the doll's hair, but when mixed with sword fighting with Sam, it can get pretty comical.
Last night in the bath, Emma was singing a somewhat inappropriate version of Jingle Bells, though familiar from my youth. She then wanted me to pretend to be the teacher and send her to the principal's office.
I bought a Lego advent calendar for the kids. Emma not only remembered it from last year, but she remembered the rules about when they could open it. Tonight after their chores, they'll open the first one.