As we were ordering at Silantro on King’s birthday months ago, we asked Gianna what she wanted. She said HOPIA. And then later on she asked “where’s my hopia?” No, there’s no hopia in Silantro haha. She used to call it hoopa, then ho–pya, then hoopia, before hopia.
Also some months ago, I asked her if she wanted noodles. I call every kind of pasta/noodle, noodles, to simplify it. She said to me “That’s not noodles mommy. That’s miswa.” It was.
When she drinks something like “hansi” (calamansi) juice or sinigang, she comments that it’s “super sour.”
Last week, she saw crabs served on the dining table.
Gianna: mommy, it’s a crab!
Me: yeah you want?
Gianna: yeah! Because I’m……shineeeh! (Moana)
She likes to “steal” wowa’s boiled eggs. She says that she wants to “cwack a egg.”
A month or so ago, we were driving home from church probably.
I heard Gianna struggling with something. Until she stopped.
Gianna: Hold. (giving her milk to a friend of theirs)
And then she slept. She was apparently struggling to put her on the door handle and couldn’t. She fell asleep right away.
One time, I didn’t notice that she took a packet of Ovaltine from the pantry. I just found her face full of chocolate powder, and noticed traces of her handiwork. She cut the packet open by herself in the kitchen and spilled practically half the contents on the counter.
She wanted to come with me today, but I needed to leave her because of a church activity. She kept following me, trying to convince me to take her.
Me: I’ll just bring you something, ok? You want donut?
Gianna: yes. Strawberry, mommy. See u later mommy!
Just like that.
When she had her bout with diarrhea…
Me: see gianna? You can’t eat chocolate first. Your tummy and butt get owie.
Gianna: I can’t eat chocolate?
Gianna: “Habbout” ice cream?
Haha kain pa din. 🙂