Although I know in my brain that Orion is 3 years old and Gigi is 5, I still feel like I'm raising the world's youngest teenagers.
Here's the latest from the peanut gallery.
Orion: When I turn 4, I'm going to do whatever I want to do.
During a moment of intense frustration at Marcos and me...
Gigi: You... FOOLS!!!!
Gigi: (mumbles something inaudible)
Me: What was that?
Gigi: Nevermind. What I said wasn't true. I'm glad you didn't hear me.
At bath time when we reminded him not to do something dangerous...
Orion: It's my choice! You can't control me!
Having a mommy daughter heart to heart about priorities and decisions that adults have to make...
Gigi: I want a nice house when I grow up and I want to keep it really clean and I want to make nice food and never eat... What are those things we had on the airplane? (This is half a year after our trip)
Metta: Uhhh... lunchables?
Gigi: Yes, lunchables!
Orion: Mom! I'm going to be the new John Lennon in the Beatles!