Emma's Chorister skills: I am a Child of God

Each night we sing a Primary song and say a prayer at bedtime. The other night we chose "I am a Child of God." Emma wanted to conduct. (Her method of conducting is swinging her both arms in the 180 degree arc, together, then apart, back and forth.) I decided to sing in French, and a few words into it, Emma grimaced at me (since she hates when we speak anything but English), but continued conducting.

After about 5 measures, Todd began singing in Spanish. Emma made the cutoff motion with her hands, closing her fists and stopping the arcs. She did this 4 times, before she indignantly cried, "In English!! Why didn't you watch my conducting??"

I Love You this much

Sometimes at bedtime saying goodnight Emma will tell me how much she loves me so I can tell her back. Tonight she told me she loved me "all the way there and back, to Walmart, and back, etc." [Honestly, this time I couldn't tell exactly where she was saying.]
Me: I love you all the way to China and back.
Emma: That's a long way. But mine's longer.
Me: Actually, mine is. China is on the other side of the world and back.
Emma: Wow, that is longer than mine. [Then with that tone of realization. . .] We wouldn't ever move to China because we don't speak their language. We wouldn't have any friends!

Emma's amorous suitor

Friday the 5th, Emma came from school. Her entrance was heralded by a cry hinting at some great drama. Worrying that Logan had made faces at her again as has been the case for several other days in our daily Tales of a First Grade Nothing, I asked curiously what happened.

Emma: Will gave me a hug in Gym today!!!
Me: Really? Why are you so upset?
Emma: Because he's not supposed to!!
Me: What exactly happened? Could you tell me about it?
Emma: He came up to me after class, gave me a hug, and then told me he loves me.
Me: What did you say?
Emma: Um, nothing. He left to go with his class after that.

And there you have it. I thought the kiss on the cheek from her friend Austin at age 4 while enroute to preschool was funny, and even now I'm pretty amused by the incident with Will at age 6, but the dread is very real for what lies ahead in the years to come.