Gianna is four but sometimes she talks like she’s not. I don’t know why I even wonder when her older sisters were the same when they were her age. Just this morning, we had a conversation that went like this…
Me: Stay here. I’ll be back.
G: No. I’m scared.
Me: Scared? Why are you scared in your own house?
G: Because monsters and all those other stuff. (side note: I’m so proud of her — she has never said “stuffs” ever, not even by mistake! 
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She’s been having bad dreams, and I was surprised, not by her answer, but by how she articulated it. Sometimes she bobs her head and raises her eyebrows — too much sass!
But there are other times when she is just completely adorably, wonderfully four.
On King’s birthday, Noelle mentioned that we were going to the arcade.
G: What cade?
N: Arcade, not our cade.
G: What caaaaade???
When King talked about his oldest friend who was coming over…
K: Tito Ryan has been my friend for a long time. We were together in Kinder….
G: Egg.
Kinder egg, what have you done to my child???
I recently taught Gianna the song that I sang to her sisters when they were babies. She now sings it as well.
G: You’re my itty bitty baby girl…Daddy’s pride, Mama’s pearl. Tiny treasure, so PATIS…
She mispronounces words and I enjoy hearing them!
“Are we going to the ates’ RECYCLE?”
“That’s BUNNY’S Bakedown.”
“I want to have my own STEPOCOPE.”
Recently she learned to say THree with a considerable amount of saliva at first. But it’s still funder, fumbs up, and Feeyodore.
The other day, she said she was drawing a Sir and a Maam.
Me: Is mommy the maam? Do I look like her?
G: No.
Me: We’re different?
G: Yeah.
Me: Why? Why are we different?
G: Because you’re a human.
Me: Oh I’m a human. And she’s a?
G: A drawing.
Nga naman.