So after Maria killed it in school today, I told her she and I could use our gift cards and go to the mall, where we were totally embarrassing and took model shots of each other to see which clothes were best, (Obviously her shirt was picked) she had never picked out clothes in Russia. On the way to the car she helped me open the door, "Thank you, sweetie." "What's that, sweetie, mama?" "It's just a word that means I love you." "Oh, I love you too, sweetie!"