Emily is spending the night with us. It is Spring Break so she and Braxton are "makin' stuff" with play dough, staying all nice and clean after being scrubbed down (separately, of course) in the shower. They have had a good time. While they were at the work table eating pizza bites and drinking their second glass of water, Emily stated some things to Braxton:
"I'm gonna be a poweece officuh when I grow up."
Braxton said, "Me, too."
Emily: "Your daddy's not a poweece officuh?"
Braxton: "Yeah, I know." No arguing? No saying he could be what he wants no matter what his dad does? Amazing.
Emily: "I'm gonna hunt deer . . . and get a husband . . . and be married . . . and have a baby!"
By this point, the boy mind in Braxton was already a million miles away and he was day dreaming over something... probably a valiant victory he made happen single handedly.
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