Jelly Book vol 10 (Fall- 2012)

9/22/12 

While we were driving in the car Gianna made some statement I had questions about.

Me:  How do you know that, Gianna?

G:  Because I'm smart.

Me:  You know, just because you are smart doesn't me you know everything.

G:  (under her breath)  I do too know everything.

*** Won't adolescence be a hoot!? ***

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9/12 

We went to Mass and came back from Communion:

G:  Mommy, when do I get to go to "camilleyon"?

Me: When you're a little bit older - in second grade.

G:  Well, I'm in second grade.

Me:  Um, no - you're in Pre-K.

G: Well, does it taste like bread and butter?

Me: Not exactly - there's no butter on it.

G: Does is taste like bread?

Me:  (Scrunching my face a little trying to describe it) Well, it tastes a little like bread we eat.

G:  (With the same scrunched face) Ooooh, (nodding) it's a little bit sour.

Me:  (laughing) No not sour

G:  Can you just give me a piece of yours next time?

Me: No, Gianna. It doesn't work like that.

G:  Well, can you just breathe on me? (She likes the smell of the precious blood/wine)

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At daily Mass after communion Gianna looked at me and said,

"Is it time for the baskets?" (collection)
Me: No, not today.

G:  You mean they don't do money at the cafeedral?

Me: (laughing) Yes, the do money here - just not today.

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It's quite a challenge to keep Gianna quiet in the mornings before my mom wakes up (or gets up).  She keeps a watchful eye at my parents bedroom door to get any sign of a wakeful grandparent. Last week: 

G:  (excitedly) Mommy!  Guess what?! MeMaw's light is on!!!!

Me:  You know what that means, don't you?

Me: (Not giving her a chance to response) It means you are NOT to go in her room.

G: Under her breath.  Hmph. That's not what it means to me.

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After a morning of school and a playdate that replaced her nap, we got in the car and Gianna said, "Whew! I am cracked out."  (wiped out)

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Every morning on our way to school, Gianna says,

"Mommy, I'm going to be SOOO good for you at school today."

Yesterday, I got the giggles when she said it and I asked her, "Gianna, how come you tell me that every day when we pass this bank on the corner."

Her reply,  "Oh, because that's a sign we're getting really close to my school."

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While struggling through a little attitude during homework, I decided not to fight it. 

Me:  Okay, fine.  If that's how you want to write your name, then that's how you can turn it in to Ms. Lisa

G:  We CAN'T turn it in to Ms. Lisa like that!!!!!

Me:  Why not?

G: Because she's going to absent me.

Me:  What do you mean?

G:  She absented Baylee from school today - and then Baylee didn't show up

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G:  I am so humiliated.

Me:  Do you know what that means?

G:  No...but I heard it and I liked it.

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