Robot Alien

Emma walks into the office today looking like this:

Then she says in a robotic monotone:
Emma: I am a robot alien.  You must move like this.
And she starts waving her arms.

Thenzer

Emma:  (pounds on Carina and Mike's bedroom door)  Mommy, wake uuuuuuuup!
Carina:  (puts pillow back on head and rolls over)
Emma:  (continues to pound on the door and then suddenly just...stops)
Carina:  (sits up, listening intently because a quiet child is a trouble-making child)
Emma:  (stops banging on the door, but seems to be mumbling something quietly)
Carina:  (opens the door and looks down at Emma)
Emma:  It worked!
Carina:  What worked?
Emma:  My magic word!
Carina:  What magic word?  Huh?
Emma:  My magic word to wake you up!
Carina:  What word is that?
Emma:  Thenzer!
Carina:  Thenzer.
Emma:  (while waving her arms dramatically) Theeeeeeennnnnnnzzzzzzeeeeeeerrrr

But Mom!

Emma:  Can I go in the pool?
Carina:  No, it's bed time.
Emma:  But moooooooooom! (Said just like on a sitcom.)
Carina:  Where did you get that?
Emma:  My room.

Happy Father's Day

Mike:  Emma, do you think I'm a good father?
Emma:  Yes.
Carina:  Emma, why do you think Daddy is a good father?
Emma:  Because he's nice...and ticklish.

Randomness rewritten

Emma: I'm a Polar Bear expert, I think!

Next completely unrelated one.

Emma: My nose is falling off!  You're sitting on it!

And another.

Emma: Your eyebrow hair is soft, Mommy.

And one from Carina:

Carina: Where are my glasses? Oh yeah, I'm wearing my contacts... right.

70!

I do something we call baby push-ups with Emma.  I lie on my back and she lies on my chest. I then put my hands on her hips and push her into the air.  She counts each time I do a rep.  This is how she counted today:

Emma:
One!
Two!
Three!
Four!
Five!
Six!
Seven!
Eight!
Nine!
(She starts laughing a bit at this point)
Ten!
Eleven!
Twelve!
Thirteen!
Fifteen!
(The laughing gets harder)
Twenty!
Seventy!!!
(and she completely collapses into laughter)