We spent the majority of yesterday morning at Playtime4Kids and I had the opportunity to listen in on Lilah conversing with another two year old child, a little boy. I don't believe I've ever been close enough before to hear what she talks about to other children, in fact, I'm not sure if she's ever had a full conversation with another child before. Anyway, I was sitting about three tables away from the two of them, reading. They had just sat down together to have a juice break after running around playing for some time. The little boy was a 'drop off' child, so his parents weren't around. So what did they talk about? Well, it went like this: He told her that he was eating his rice krispie bar and she told him she didn't want one because she wasn't hungry and that she had a snack earlier, with another little girl. Then he told her the little play housie in the corner was his house. And then, yes, she totally topped that story, here's what she said, word for word: "I was born in China. I was in another Mama's belly. She had to let me go. I came back with Mama and Baba." That was it, her little life story. I sat there amazed and proud of my sweet girl. I'm thrilled that she felt comfortable and proud to tell that little boy her story. Seconds later they were onto another conversation, while I scribbled her words down on a piece of paper. Because I never want to forget them, or this moment.