Emma came up to me this week with an excited look on her face.
"Mom, guess what! You are going to freak out! Do you KNOW who is coming to Reese's mom's work?" (Reese is a friend from pre-school.)
"No, sweetie, I don't. Who is coming to Reese's mom's work?"
She gets close, about to divulge a very special secret. "The Jonas brothers!" And then she puts her hands over her mouth and squeals.
Seriously. She is five.
"Wow, Emms! The Jonas brothers! That's crazy!" And I pulled her in close. "Emma, do you know who the Jonas brothers are?"
She looked at me, still excited, because this was HUGE. "No, who are they?"
I laughed. She didn't appreciate it.
The next day...
"Mom, were you freaking out when I told you the Jonas brothers were coming to Reese's mom's work?"
"Cuz, I was freaking out. Really, Mom, FREAKING OUT."
I am in sooo much trouble in about eight years.