In remembering all the funny/adorable/precious/precocious things that the little girls did over the last few days, I forgot one of the very best.
Emily, Lucy and I were finishing lunch one day and Grandpa called from work. We all talked with him on the speakerphone, informing him of what they were eating - really important, vital things like that.
As he was saying goodbye, he told the girls he loved them. There ensued a yelling contest to tell Grandpa how much they loved him.
Emily: I love you Grandpa!
Lucy: I love you 3 - 8 - 9 Grandpa!
Emily: I love you Oreos, Grandpa! (they were eating Oreos)
Lucy: Grandpa, I love you 3 - 8 - 9 Oatmeal OREOS!
Which, obviously is the last word in love and topped everyone else's attempt to measure their love for Grandpa. Awesome.