Emily Writes to President Bush

Don't know if anything in particular prompted this, but Emily wrote a note to the President on an index card.  Here's what it said...

2-2-06

Dear Mr. President

if you know who Michael D Scott is, well he's my Daddy.  I am 8 years old.  Can I have a pictuer of you?  If I can there is a pictuer for you on the back.  Can you and I be pinpales.  I just want you to know that you are my favorit president.  Good bye.

Love your friend Emily (heart sign)

On the back was a drawing of Emily hand delivering her letter to Bush.  There is a tree and a flower, and a bird.  She says, "Here you go."  And he says, "Thank you."

Then, she added a second index card, saying...

Do you also know Megan Hunter?  She is my friends sister.  She sent you a letter to I think.

What Does Caroline Mean?

This was also done by Emily, again with the advice of her big sis Caroline...

C. cheerful

A. agressive

R. not like rat

O. oh cool

L. loving

I. in a good place

N. nice

E. expressive

What Does Emily Stand For?

Found this in Emily's handwriting, but i think her big sister helped her some.

E.  stands for entergetic

M. stands for a merry soul

I. stands for inteligente

L. is for lovely

Y. is for young

Emily's Record Book

I have a series of good stuff from Emily.  Now that she has learned to write sentences and express her thoughts, we are treated to a marvel of comedic poignancy (or is it poignant comedy?).  I'll start with...

Emily's Record Book

1. Yawn for 1 minute.

2.  Run 17 laps without walking (correction: these laps are not around our kitchen island, as previously reported, but somewhere at her school, and add up to a whole mile)

3.  (drew a picture of her hands with interlocked fingers) and bend them back.

4.  Run around the room and scream "uuuuuuuuuw"... well, you get the point

5.  Bug your sister for an hour

6.  Ski down a slope

Jackson the Theologian

Jackson bounded up to Julie and me recently, and informed us that the devil likes us when we do bad things.  Julie clarified that the devil may like the bad things, but he never likes us.  Jackson said, "yeah, he's a jerk!"

"The devil's a poopy-head.  He's the s-word."

(Note: the s-word in our house still means stupid, and is pretty much the pinnacle of a bad thing to say.  Jackson decided to see how far he could take it, and we, of course, let him pass.)