Emri wants a sister. All her close friends are her sisters. "Brady my sissy," "Marcus is my sissy, my boyfriend, and my favorite color." Me- "Marcus is blue?" Emri-"uh hu." Me- "Really?" Emri- "Cause I want to."
Well if Emri says Marcus is blue, who am I to argue?
"Mommy-I need a sissy"
"Ok. but I need a husband first"
"I need a husband too"
"No. Not yet. My husband will be like your Daddy. Not your real Daddy, but do Daddy things- how your Papa does." "Does that make sense?"
"Uh hu"
-I don't know if it really made sense, but she seemed satisfied with the discussion.
When Emri gets hurt or I spank her she lists off everyone in her life she feels might have power equal to mine to rectify the situation- "Mommy, Papa, Grandma, Aunty, Sher Sher, Godmama...Mommy, Papa, Grandma, Aunty, Sher Sher... AAAAH!
The list is entirely evolving. It really depends on who we hung out with that weekend.
