I actually read in a blog where a kid had said this. I changed up the situation a bit to where it fit the characters but wanted to share the funniness with you.
Oh, and in this one shot, Emma is five. And just for a mental picture that I don't feel like fitting in the story, she had brown curly hair and brown eyes.
Jack walked out to the garage with Emma at his side. Sam had successfully turned her TVS Apache Indian motorcycle into a minefield of parts strewn throughout the entire room. It looked disorganized and chaotic but Jack was positive Sam knew where each and every single piece was located.
Emma eyed the scene with a furrowed brow and a frown, sipping her juice box contemplatively. Finally, she said to the room at large, "How's Mama supposed to find anything in all this crap?"
There were rules in regards to language in the O'Neill household. Words that could be described as vulgar were not permitted. 'Crap' fell under that category. Though Jack had been made well aware by this particular child that he himself said that particular word on occasion, he had explained that little ladies shouldn't say such things.
Realizing her slip from salvation, Emma upturned brown eyes to her father's face. She was met by a raised eyebrow and steely gaze.
"Oops. Did I say crap? I meant to say scrap."
Hearing what sounded suspiciously like a thinly masked giggle from his wife's direction, Jack pondered that maybe Emma was a hair too much like him.
"Nice save," he ended up saying, doing his best to maintain his 'stern parent' face.
Emma nodded in a yeah-i-thought-so kind of way while turning her head back to the mess in the garage.