Conversations

Gemma and I were on our way home from preschool. She and I were alone is the car.

Gemma: mom! Mom! What do you want to be when you grow up?
Mom: (laughing to myself)
I think when I grow up, I want to be Gemma!
Gemma: (laughs) NO! You cannot be Gemma! I am already Gemma! You cannot be me!!

Mom: what do want to be when you grow up Gemma?

Gemma: I want to be a kitty. I love kitties.
(Short pause). Or anything else that has a tail. That is what I want to be.

Mom: that sounds great! ( how can you even begin to argue with that?)


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We were on our way home from preschool. It was just Gemma and myself in the car. We were waiting at a stoplight by our house. She was looking out the window when she let out a huge sigh.

Gemma: I remember when we would go to that park and play....a long time ago. We don't go there anymore (the last part in a very sad voice).

Needless to say, I had to turn the car around and take us back to the park.

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On the way home from preschool, many of the middle school buses are leaving the bus yard to start their afternoon route. Gemma and I love to count the buses. It isn't unusual for us to see at least 30 buses.

Today we were counting the buses and we got to 28.

More buses come around the corner and Gemma yelled out:

29, 20-TEN!

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