Jemma really likes Star Wars...Carter, not so much, but he agrees to watch it with Jemma if she covers his eyes during the scary parts...
Star Wars Narrative: Carter: Cover my eyes!!! Jemma: Don't worry. This is not a scary part. It's just a man. (pause) With a pink face. (pause) And purple eyes. And a black hood. (Sounds scary to me.)
Jemma: I did choose a shirt with a butterfly and pants with flowers because butterflies land on flowers. (So that's how she chooses her clothes and justifies what matches and what doesn't...)
Jemma has been exercising with me lately. I told her that I didn't want her to use weights because it could stunt her growth. So, tonight when I was tucking her into bed, our conversation went like this:
Jemma: I'm almost gonna be six.
Me: In seven months. I think you should just enjoy being five and not think about growing up too fast. I want you to stay my little girl.
Jemma: If you want me to stay like this, then I have to use weights.
Jemma: Hey Mom, whenever Christian (a boy in the neighborhood) rides his bike, I always see his crack-bum (bum-crack) and I go like this: (eyes open wide and jaw drops) .
Jemma: What's gonna be happening tomorrow? Me: You have your preschool graduation. Jemma: I'm gonna graduate before Dad!
Me: Carter can you say the prayer for breakfast? Carter: Hm. I guess so. (That's his response to everything now...unless he just says "no"...it's rarely a "yes" anymore.)
We've been doing a lot of decluttering and so the other day, I mentioned to Carter that we needed to take some things to Goodwill, to which he responded in reference to our home, "And this is Badwill".
Me: What do you guys want for dinner? Jemma: Spaghetti! Carter: No. I want some cocky-bo-bo. (That's just one of his nonsense phrases for, well practically everything...and he thinks he's hilarious whenever he says it.) Jemma: Sorry Carter. We're all out of cocky-bo-bo.