Just Look at You

G was standing on the porch one evening having a conversation with the next door neighbors, whom I found out later were having a little birthday party and had invited her to come play. Their end of the conversation was rather indistinct from where I was sitting, but Drew and I couldn't help laughing at all the things that G had to say, I couldn't get it all down fast enough.

G: I don't have my shoes on so I'll just stand here and look at you. (The latter is a very literal translation from Chinese.)

G: We're moving to a new house because Mama says our house is small. Other houses are big.

G: She's [Z] trying to talk.

G: I like your hair.

G: It's almost time to go to bed.