Last night: Mama, these two are going to poke two little holes and they will flew-ed up to the sky and be two little stars looking down at you.
Mama – What did you two do last night?
Milla – We flew to the sky and were two little stars looking down on you.
Mama – And what did you see?
Milla – We saw everything there is and watched you and Papa while you went to sleep.
Mama – Oh, and then what did you do?
Milla – We flew to India and rode on deers then we came home when you were sleeping.
Forgive the phone photo, a perfect moment imperfectly captured.