Tiny Tales Thursday...

Emmy has a new favorite word. Maybe.

(that's her new favorite word - maybe).

Basically every sentence starts with maybe.

Maybe I need to potty.
Maybe I not like that.
Maybe you not being nice to me, Radley King.
Maybe I want to play dress up.
Maybe I adorable.

Maybe. 

The other night after I had put the kids to bed, I heard the quiet pitter patter of feet coming down the hallway. I looked up and didn't see a head above the foot of the bed, so I knew it was Emersyn.

Emmy: Mommy.
Me: Yes, Emmy.
Emmy: Maybe I scared.
Me: Scared of what?
Emmy: Maybe I don't know.

So I walked her back to her room and then waited for her to return. Because I knew she would. And she did about 3 minutes later.

Emmy: Mommy.
Me: Yes, Emmy.
Emmy: M-m-maybe I scared of something on my green wall.
Me: Why?
Emmy: M-m-maybe I don't know.
Me: Ok - let's go look.

We walk to her room and I inspect her green wall and do notice something on it but the lights were out and I couldn't tell what it was.

Me: Emmy, what is that?
Emmy: Maybe I don't know.
::turn on lights for closer look::
Me: take a look at wall and know exactly what it is... Emmy - what is that??
Emmy: M-ma-maybe it's a booger.


Maybe you shouldn't pick your nose.

Or be so darn cute.

Maybe.