This week, I haven't been feeling well and G helpfully suggested that maybe I had "diary."
G explaining her Uno champhionship in her class her teacher kept telling her she was "bad," or a "bad uno player." G said, "Mama, I think she meant good and I had to stop and think everytime she said it what she meant."
There is a slight cultural difference between G and her teacher.
I was telling G about a man who won the world record for having a voice so low that only elephants could hear it. Her response was, "Well, I can hear it."
When retelling the story to my mom, G piped in, "Well I am not a normal person, I am a China person."