Mother hands her a piece of food, placing it in her outstretched, flat hand.
Food piece promptly rolls off her flat hand, the moment she moves the hand, and plummets to the floor, under the table.
Ah!… daijoubu.. taberuYo.. Maho dakara.
Oh, no!… It’s okay.. I will Eat it. Because I am Maho.
Maho is her name.
Discussing herself in the third person – like almost always – is her game.
Probably around half the time (40%-ish), I don’t really understand what she is saying.
About 98% of the time, however, I get the gist enough to understand the general picture and, quite clearly, her sentiments regarding the situation.
I found it hilarious that this particular situation was one where I understood every word.
And it had me wonder what on Earth was up with her, eating food confidently off the ground, referring to herself in the third person yet again, and confidently declaring her action as odd but normal due to the fact that she is who she is.
Yet, before I really could even finish the thought, I realized that I actually do get it… I’m really the same way in a lot of situations, so I totally get it.
And so, in this odd situation, I understood even more than just the 100% of words used – I understood all of it.
And that was silly, but totally cool.
Much like all of today and last night, spent hanging out with an old coworker and her two girls…. silly, but totally wonderful.