The littles

As we were driving home from dropping the Brita and Benton off at co-op Mima said something from the back of the car that I couldn't understand.
Me: Mima, what did you say?
Mima: Irene can tell you.
Me: Irene, what did Mima say?
Irene: She said I could tell you.

As we were waiting to turn from Catharpin onto Sudley:
Mima: Mom, which way are w going to turn?
Me: We're going to turn left.
<We successfully turn left.>
Mima: Good eye, Mom.
Thanks, Mima.