When we first returned from China, I kept forgetting that our daughter was not a guest. We have lots of guests visit at our house, so I have a mental slot for guests, how they are treated, etc. And this new person kept coming up as "guest" for me.

Yesterday, someone made a reference to how wonderful it was that our familiy took in this stranger, and I thought, "But that’s odd. We’ve always known Ping-Ping. How could she be a stranger?"

Funny how things change.

I had a conversation with her yesterday. It went something like this:

"Yiyi went this one." she points at a picture of a rollercoster. (Yiyi is her best friend in China.) "Voom, Swoosh" accomanied by spiral motions. "Her phone…pow…finished!" a shrug, "Phone, where are you? I don’t know!"

(To those who don’t speak international teenager, Yiyi lost her phone on a rollercoster, because it dropped off her when she was on an upside down spiral.)

One thing I love that my daughter says currently is, "Where are you?" when she means "Where is it?" It’s so adorable. Bill and I have found ourselves doing it, too. "Milk, where are you?"

She also says "this one" for any object, which is also adorable, and reminds me of Orville at age two.