Did you ever play M.A.S.H. as a kid (the Mansion, Apartment, Shack, House thing)? Emma loves it. She likes to predict her future and the future of the rest of us too. Our 'future' is pretty much said and done but that doesn't matter to Emma.
She decided to M.A.S.H. Mark last night.
Emma: 'Daddy, pick 3 girls' (this is who he'll marry, but he doesn't know this).
Mark: 'Lauren, Kaitlyn...' (friends of the girls)
Emma: 'No, DADDYYY . . girls your age that you could MARRY' (and she gives him the face above).
Mark: 'Oh, . . Demi, Jessica' (as in Moore and Simpson).
Emma: 'DADDY, these have to be old girls, your age, that YOU KNOW. Like Mama, say Mama, she's sitting right next to you!'
Mark: 'Oh, okay, Mama.'
So, turns out Mark is going to marry me (who would have thunk it?), have 43 children, make $3/yr, and drive a Porch (that's Porsche, to you and me).
After she read him his final 'future', she says 'Boy, Daddy, your life STINKS!'.