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.
(Yaaaaay....)
Here's the latest from the peanut gallery.
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Orion: When I turn 4, I'm going to do whatever I want to do.
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During a moment of intense frustration at Marcos and me...
Gigi: You... FOOLS!!!!
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Gigi: (mumbles something inaudible)
Me: What was that?
Gigi: Nevermind. What I said wasn't true. I'm glad you didn't hear me.
Me: ...Okay...
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At bath time when we reminded him not to do something dangerous...
Orion: It's my choice! You can't control me!
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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!
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Orion: Mom! I'm going to be the new John Lennon in the Beatles!
2 comments:
Oh, Metts! Their presence of mind and wit!!! You're in for it when they really are teenagers!
I haven't seen your blog for a while! Silly me! Your kids are so cute and funny. I can't wait to hear what these kids will say when they are real teenagers!
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