Where's My Peeps?

Emma had a slight meltdown this morning while getting ready for the day. I was luckily able to diffuse the bomb before it caused much damage. The whole thing should have been a “no brainer” sense Lacey laid out 5-6 well matched outfits on Emma’s bed prior to her departure. I casually asked Emma what she would like to wear today pointing to the now limited assortment on her bed. She looked at me and said, “Shicken, daddy” (a.k.a. chicken). I politely ignored her comment and proceeded to hand her a purple shirt and pink shorts from the selection before me. She threw the shirt on the ground and in a louder tone exclaimed “Shicken, Daddy!” “Is she referring to an item of clothing?” I asked myself. “Is there something in her wardrobe with poultry on it? Na, she’s 2, she doesn’t know what she’s saying, right?” As I looked at her perplexed, again she cried out, “Shichen”, know starting to lose it. “Think Ryan, what the heck is she talking about… chicken…chicken?” Then it hit me. “Where’s my Peeps?” She did have a shirt with the before mentioned phrase with a little “chick” on the front. But could I find it. I hurried to the armoire frantically ruffling through stacks of nicely folded clothes. I found what I was looking for and revealed this treasure to Emma and her eyes lit up like Christmas morning. She smiled and sighed, “shicken daddy.” Whew! That was a close one. I’m sure Lacey would have known exactly what she wanted the first time she asked, mothers know those things and Emma’s is no exception.

I know what you’re all thinking, “Wow, two entries in two days. What’s his deal?” I had to keep up the blog in Lacey’s absence, she sets a high standard.