Can't waste prefectly good frosting!
As of last night the fever has crept into Emma and I think it I have a touch of it as well. Tonight she is burning up but she still made me crack up again tonight with the shoo fly thing. This time there was a fly in Sadie and Emma's room and it keep landing on the post of Emma's bed. Emma would yell, "Shoo!" and flip her hand at the fly. It would buzz up, fly in a loop and land again on the post. Emma yells shoo again and Sadie and I laugh and laugh. I am not too sure really why it strikes me so funny. Maybe the conviction with which she addresses Mr or Mrs Fly, I think she truely believes he is listening to her.