We've known for a long time that Mia marches to the beat of her own drum. Put her in any situation, and she'll find the Mia-way of doing it...on this day, the boys were tearing down the sidewalk on their bikes, and Mia is stopping and smelling the flowers.
I watched her from the window for a while and I could see that she was carrying on an entire conversation with that flower...
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