More of us...

Gwenchik got back home and run to tell me:

Gwen: Mom, there is another Gwyneth in the world! She is the new girl at our school!
Me: Great
Gwen: You know she even looks like me; the eyes, the hair. There is more of us out there.

Already five

Bright and early this morning...

Gwen: Mom! I am five years old today!
Me: Yes
Gwen: And then I'll be six, seven, eight --- and then you'll be so old

Skeptics: Fairytales and Dreams

Gwenchik was grumpily snuggling up in bed. To cheer her up...

Me: You know, if you go to sleep in a grumpy mood, even if Oley-Lukoe visits you tonight he will probably only bring his black umbrella.
Gwen: He only exists in fairy tales, so it doesn't really matter.
Me: Well, how do you really know he doesn't exist?
Gwen: When I sometimes come up to you room at night, I do not see him there.
Me: He probably hears you coming up and hides.
Gwen: Mom, he doesn't exist! He has no place to hide! He has a huge umbrella, right?

Not even 5 yet and already a skeptic.
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For those of you that do not know, according to the fairytale, Oley-Lukoe visits kids at night and if they were naughty, he opens a black umbrella, which does not bring any dreams. However, if kids behaved well, he opens a multi-colored umbrella, which brings wonderful, magical dreams.

Be prepared for anything

From George
On the way to the playground, Gwenchik drew my attention to several long sticks she had leaned by our back door.
Gwen: Do you know why these are here?
Me: No...
Gwen: Well, in case some creature, like a dragon, should attack us in our house. If a dragon comes, I will take a long stick and poke it right in the eye.
Me: Yes, I'm sure it would never expect us to have long sticks with us in our house.
Gwen: Daddy, why aren't you taking a long stick with you?
Me: I'm hoping we don't meet any dragons or other fierce creatures on the way to the playground.

A bit later, we are walking by a wall decorated with cement lion sculptures.
Gwen: Look, Daddy, lions! I told you we should have brought our sticks!

The truth, so young

From George
Gwenchik asked me to tell her a fairy tale about a princess and a prince that fall in love and get married. So, a dramatic meeting and some requisite adventures later, the key moment arrives.
Me: ... and then, the princess and the prince looked deep into each others' eyes, and said they loved each other.
Gwen: No, no! The boy is supposed to fall in love with the girl first. And the girl isn't supposed to until later.
Me, shocked: Where did you hear that?
Gwen: It's just true. Now tell the story the right way!

Want to be a Mommy

Gwenchik was playing with her dolls.

Gwen: I can't wait to be a Mommy!
Me: Why?
Gwen: So I can make all the decisions!