On our way back home we passed a power pole that has some sort of control box on it with a blinking red light. She pointed and asked, "What is das?" Picture, if you will, what pantomiming "When the red light blinks, there is power. No blinking, no power." I imagine it was pretty entertaining to the ladies walking behind us (I added sound effects to help convey meaning, which probably only heightened their entertainment or horror...)
Another thing I learned walking Marshall tonight with Sintija is that "I will walk Marshall with you, but there is NO WAY I'm picking up his poop in that poop bag" sounds about the same in Latvia as it does when my sons say it to me in English.
Life with Sintija is good!