I was counting freckles on Nadia's nose and made it to twenty. Then she exclaimed looking at mine: And you have thousands!
Sitting with Nadia on the sofa and smelling her summer hair (washed yesterday but full of sun, sweat and play): Will your hair smell always so nice?
Nadia: I don't know, perhaps.
Nadia: "I am being polite like a lunch box."
Nadia brought home a toy her cousin gave to her saying: "He let me have it for hundred days." I hope he did.