We did eventually make it out the door, and up to the Oakland hills, where Kira's dad lives in a beautiful (huge) new house with lovely views of the Bay. Ah, if only I'd had money to buy property in Oakland ten years ago...
(Miriam takes a few of her clothes out of her room and brings them to us in the living room, strewing them over the couch.)By the end, we couldn't help laughing at poor Kira, who kept valiantly attempting to fight a rearguard action, in the face of obvious defeat. It wasn't her fault; she was crushed by overwhelming forces.
Kira: Miriam, don't you want to put those clothes back in your room?
(Miram goes away, and comes back with more clothes, which are piled on the carpet in front of us.
Kira: Miriam, can you keep the clothes on the couch, please?
(Miriam goes away, and comes back with all the rest of her clothes, which she then deliberately spreads out, item by item, to cover as much of the available carpet and floor space as possible.
Kira: Miriam, let's play with your clothes on this part of the carpet, okay?
I shouldn't mock. In just a few short years, that'll be me...