Age is just a number

In the evening, Anna and Maya played school. Later Maya asked me:

Maya: Mama, when Ania is as big as you or 100 years old like tata, will she be my teacher?

Iza: You think tata is 100 years old?

Maya: Yes

Iza: What about mama?

Maya showed four fingers laughing. Then she asked me how old am I. When I told her 35, she responded with “Wow, that’s a lot”

It’s not me…

Maya was talking and walking around in the church during a mass even though she was warned several times.

After church we talked about how inappropriate and unacceptable that was.

Maya (leaned forward me explaining with her hands): “Mama, accidentally my mouth and my legs did that!”