Story first…
I was putting the girls into the van, getting ready to go to Exit 141 to meet the family. I was strapping Emily into her carseat, her top strap strapped and the bottom just about to click when we had this little conversation.
Emi: “Mommy? You’re not going to tickle me!”
Of course I took this to mean “tickle me”, so I did
Emi: “That’s not [looooooong pause] aaaaaaaaaaaah propriate.”
Oh my goodness. What in the world? Where does she get this stuff? 😉