Emily is turning 4 tomorrow

This morning I went in to wake up Emily and reminded her that her birthday is tomorrow. She says what number am I? Which if you speak Emily, it means, how old am I? I tell her she is three, but will be four tomorrow. She then says, I don't know how to be four. I try my best not to laugh and tell her that she just has to be herself, and that she can do everything she did when she was three, but that she will be learning many more things as a four-year-old. The things she says sometimes.

A Result of Having an Accountant for a Father

Last week I was over at my brother's house hanging out with my mom who was watching my brother's kids. Everyone was in school but their littlest, Madi. I had just picked up Emily from school. Emily was playing in Madi's room and I told Madi to go get Emily for lunch. A couple seconds later they both come down the hall, and as soon as Emily sees me she says, "I was just doing my taxes on the computer." You see everynight Mike gets home from work, he sits down to do other peoples' taxes on our computer in the office. The rest of mine and Emily's conversation went like this:

Mom: "Oh, did you finish them?"

Emily: "Yes"

Mom: "Are you getting any money back?"

Emily: "Yes"

Mom: "How much?"

Emily: (holding up five fingers)

Mom: "Five dollars?"

Emily: "Yes" (and yes, she really does say yes instead of yeah or uh-huh, it's really cute)

Mom: "That's great. That means your withholdings were practically perfect for the year."

Emily: "Yep" (okay, so sometimes she doesn't say yes)

I mean what other three-year-old pretends to do taxes for fun? A three-year-old that idolizes her dad, that's who.