"Mana, voce nao pode falar mal de mim porque eu to toda doida."
When touching my static hair: "Your hair follows my hand. It's cuz it's electronic."
The other day at the playground we were walking in when she said to me: "Honey, go play!"
Here's how her Easter song goes: "Coelhino da pasta, que trazes pra mim..."
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