I took the kids on a walk around the neighborhood yesterday, and there was a little girl playing in the yard of a house as we walked by. The girl came up to us and started jabbering. She said something like, "Hi! This is my house, and that's my dad's truck! He uses it for his work! My name is Hannah (or something) and I'm three years old!" She awkwardly held up 3 fingers, then turned to Ama, "What's your name?"
To which Ama replied, "My teeth are razor sharp."
