We eat green apples side by side, in bed. Of course is it not allowed, but no one can sees us, so…
Green apples are her favourites. And the red ones, and the yellow ones, and the apples she picks up from her grandparents orchard, all the apples in the Universe are her favourites.
-Baby girl, do you know how pretty you are?
-How do you know?
-Matthew told me!
-He did? What did he said?
-That I am beautiful.
-And what did you respond?
-That I like it.
-That he told me that. His “competent”
-You mean his compliment.
-Yes mama! Why don’t you pay attention? That’s what I said, compliment!