And it went something like this:
Mia: “I’m writing in my diary right now and I don’t want anyone to read what I’m writing”.
Claudine walks over to the table where Mia’s writing in her diary and hovers.
Mia: “CLAUDINE! Go away! I don’t want you to read it!”.
Me (while washing dishes): “Uh, Claudine doesn’t know how to read yet. She doesn’t know what you’re writing”.
Mia: “But she knows how to read SOME words, like “I” and “Mia”.
Me: “Um, ok, but she’s not going to get any information just from those words out of context. But anyway, Claudine, you should give Mia her privacy.”
Claudine walks away, reluctantly.
Me: “What are you writing in there anyway?”
Mia: “Stuff. Private stuff. And I’m going to make sure no one reads my diary by switching up the key and locks so no one can open it”.
Me: “Ok, but you just told me how to open it. You don’t want mommy to read your diary either?”
Me: “Ok, guess it’s really private”.
I hear a little voice and I look down. Claudine appears out of NOWHERE and is suddenly standing next to me. She cups her hands around her mouth and whispers again, “Do it.”
Me: “Huh? Do what?”
Claudine (points in Mia’s direction behind her other hand so Mia can’t see):
“Read. The. Diary.”