three-year-olds have no filters.

weird. instead of dreaming about christian bale i had a very vivid dream about tiger woods. don't worry, he kissed me.

the other day emma and i had a conversation that left me a little bit more self-conscious about life in general:
me: how you doin'?
emma: how you doin'?
me: no, girl, how you doin'?
emma: stop! you're big on top!
me: emma! what did you just say??
emma (in the most matter-of-fact way): you're big on top.

oh, three-year-old. bless your heart.