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! 😂)

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. 😂

About Phoebe Torres-Lucero

I am Phoebe Torres-Lucero, wife of a loving husband & dedicated pastor, King, and mother to three wonderful, smart, active little girls, Danae, Noelle and Gianna. Phoebe means bright and radiant. Torres means towers. Lucero means light. Put together, my name speaks of a tower of bright, radiant light. And that is what I hope to be as I write and share with you some of my experiences, especially on being a mom.

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