Mila picked up a dandelion.
I said to her: Quickly, make a wish and blow.
She held the flower up over her head and said: No, I will let the wind make the wish. Blow wind blow!
Mila: Mama, thanks for making me.
Me: Oh Mila, that is the sweetest thing to say.
Mila: Papa's just a bit of salt.
Me: What do you mean by that?
Mila: Papa's just a bit of salt. You are the baker. And I'm your little pastry.
Mila: Mama, why do you always tell me what to do? Are you the boss of the world?
Me: Yes I am.
Mila: No you're not. Obama is!
Me: Fine.
Mila: Do you want to end up like Romney?
And here are a few things she rattled off in a car, one line after another, as if she were a stand-up comedian specializing in machine gun one-liners.
Imagine an ant windsurfing in a bowl of split pea soup.
You know what's funny? Sixty million toads jumping in a trampoline!
You know what's the heaviest thing on earth? A T-Rex weighing himself.
Here is Mila playing teacher with Niko, in Chinese. Her interpretation of a teacher's mannerism is pretty funny.
More Mila car-rambling
I could watch the two of them interact all day long. Niko reminds me so much of Gabby.
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