That morning, while waiting for the bus, we were just casually chatting about how soon she'll be losing her front teeth.
Me: I wonder what you'll be eating to make your teeth come off. Maybe mais?
Rama: Or pizza crust.
And we left it at that.
Later that night, turns out she was still thinking about this conversation. Lights were out, we had said our goodnights, given each other kisses. And calmly drifting off to sleep. Or so I thought. Rama turns to me and wide-eyed, says:
Rama: Can I tell you? You know what I think will work to make my teeth come off?