At a family dinner this weekend, I was telling the grandmothers how Jemma comes up with every excuse not to go to sleep. She keeps coming out of her room and asking for things, or complaining about things. Lately, her most frequent complaint is, “Oma, I’m hot and I’m cold.” (it sounds like: Oma, I’m hhhhot and I’m code.)

Then Luke said, “Chiara, what do Oma and Apa say to Jemma?”

Chiara replied, “‘OK, Jemma, go be hot and cold in your bed and I’ll come in a second.’ But then you never come.”

Busted!

Chiara with Halmoni’s blush dabbed on her cheeks.