Me: What do you want for breakfast?
MP: Want to share a plate of rice?
Me: Rice for breakfast???
MP: Well, you said in India they eat rice at most every meal.
Me: I think we’ll be okay with pancakes.
Me: When you get married, I think we’re going to do like Rachel from the bible. Your husband is going to have to work 14 years for your hand.
MP: No way. I’m going to marry one of the boys in India.
Me: You trust me to pick one out? Are you sure you’ll like him?
MP: Yes. You said they had a lot of God in their hearts.
Me: Are you finished with your bath?
MP: Yes, and I folded my towel.
Me: Wow, that looks really good.
MP: If I’m going to India, I need to be able to pack my own things.
At this rate she’ll be speaking Tamil by July.