Lunch with Lilia

Today was the last day of school before winter break. Lilia finished before Jio, so I took her out for spaghetti in her two-hundred-dollar dry-clean-only ceremony outfit, which of course now needs to be dry-cleaned. At one point, she stuck a straw in her mouth and signed that she was like a mosquito. Get it? The straw is like the proboscis. And the juice was presumably like the blood. She was exhibiting bad manners, but I couldn't help but be amused. And amazed. In spite of her paltry vocabulary, she comes up with some clever metaphors.