this is three year old emma.
she likes to jump. hop. climb. run. basically she's on the move like the energizer battery bunny that goes on and on and on. except she's faster and stronger and scarier. she climbs on my back and with her "faster faster" and "again and again", i have to tell her that "this horse is sick and thirsty and need to rest" to which she says, "here take this (pretend) medicine and here's some (pretend) water ok?" "Ok, get up get up get up again again again AGAIN!!!!!!"

"ok now you have to come to my school." her bedroom is also a make-shift classroom where you learn to read and sing. it's 7 pm. "but i'm hungry and everyone is going to have dinner." "noooooooooo come come!!!" she uses her whole body weight to pull my arm. "no emma, let's go have dinner. we'll go to school later." "no no no come come now!!!" "we'll do it after dinner ok, let's eat". "WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH". sigh.

i have a lady bug on my hand. emma tears open the sheets of stickers i just got her. "hmm...thank you emma, that's pretty." a few minutes later, the sticker comes off and i show her a sad face. "don't cry. if you don't have a sticker on your hand, i'll always have a sticker for your hand ok? here". a few seconds later, i have a bunch of insects and one panda bear crawling all over my arm.
we decide to go to the shopping mall and i discover that a conversation with a three year old is quite different with a thirty year old. "stop running" "where are you going?" "hold my hand" "look, if you don't stop running, you're going to get lost and i won't be able to find you ok?" "stop running, you hear!" "stop running!!!" "come here!!!" "do you hear me???" "STOP RUNNING!!!"
impossible.