Me: (tucking in my chickens for the night)
Molly: (smacking the side of her crib) Da-da, mama. (I need to get in, mama). Monkey, aqui (My monkey is inside).
Me: (pulling the sheet up to Hank’s chin and bopping him on the nose) Yes, MaGoo. I’m coming.
Hank: Can you believe that she was once so so small a baby?
Me: Oh my, it is hard to remember. We should look at photos tomorrow. (wincing lifting Molly into her crib)
Molly: (smothering her monkey with love) Monkey! Olá (hello).
Me: It is hard but I also remember when you were so so so small a baby.
Hank: I was never that small. I have always been the big brother.
Molly: (peeking over the side of her crib at Hank) Mano (brother)?
Hank: Mana (sister).
Molly: (waving) Olá (hello)!
Hank: Muggy, it isn’t time for olá (hello) it is time for boa noite (good night).
Molly: (holding her finger to her mouth) Shhhhhhhhh.
Me: That is right. Hush now. (turning off the light and sitting in the rocking chair)
Molly: (laying down)
Hank: Mama, are we going to have any more babies in this house?
Me: If we have any more babies in this house they will have to find their way to us because a fábrica está fechada (the factory is closed).
Me: I decided that my body is done making babies so when Molly was born I had an extra surgery and I can no longer have babies.
Hank: Really? You can do that?
Me: I had to petition a lot of doctors who all said I was far too young to make that decision and refused to do the surgery, but at the 11th hour I found someone. This was before we knew about my Rheumatoid Arthritis and Ankylosing Spondolitis, but I knew, deep inside that my body wasn’t well enough to carry any more babies safely.
Hank: I am okay with that, if it stays just us four, but I am also okay if a baby find us and needs us. I like that idea, too.
Me: Your heart always has more room for love.
Hank: And my heart is very full of love and can grow to fit the whole world if they need me.
Me: That is one animal I am afraid I cannot love.
Hank: (giggling) It is so funny you are scared of monkeys.
Me: Trust me, I was just as shocked by it as you are! That is why it is called a phobia. It is irrational and I had no idea I was petrified of monkeys until I was surrounded by them in Gibraltar.
Hank: Why did they scare you?
Me: I have no rational idea. (shivering) But they did and now I know I have no love in my heart for monkeys, but I could love a sloth for sure and who doesn’t want to live in Costa Rica. (deep sigh at the idea of Costa Rica)
Hank: Does Costa Rica have monkeys?
Me: (snapped out of my day dream) I better google it. If so I need to find another daydream.
Hank: If Costa Rica has monkeys then we can have a duck.
Me: You are my very best boy. That is so kind of you to say.
Hank: (yawing) You love baby ducks and I love you.
Me: (rocking in the rocking chair, listening to my babies fall asleep, praying there are no monkeys in Costa Rica)
** There are indeed 4 species of monkeys in Costa Rica so ducklings it is.