…but I’ll try.
I heard Miriam’s high pitched crying for the 106th time today (she is in such a phase right now I don’t know whose hair to pull) and saw Jireh scampering down the stairs with the blue princess dress. I figured the item under debate was said dress, and skillfully extricated it from Jireh’s grip as she whizzed by. Miriam came down sobbing about her loss, and when I handed the dress back to her, Jireh started screaming and having a very two-year-old show of temper. She said, “I NEED the blue dress!” I said, “Why?” And she screamed angrily, “Because it’s so BEAUTIFUL! I need it!”
The juxtaposition of the screaming and the “it’s so beautiful” totally tickled me. I managed to get Miriam to gracefully give Jireh the dress (by convincing her it didn’t match her shoes) and all was well, but I was laughing so hard and thinking “What a girl.”
Oh well. Hope it’s funny in translation. Hard to tell with these things.