I am preparing dinner when she walks in. I know she will probably never have seen tuna and hold the open tin out for her to see. Her eyes widen as she stares at the strange thing "OOh!"
I screw up my face trying so hard to remember the word for fish... "Matchu!"
"Ah." Her face softens as she understands. She inspects it a little longer and I put a little on a spoon. She carefully scoops it off onto her hand and eagerly throws it into her mouth.
"Micho!" (tasty!)
