Me: What do you mean? Doesn’t everyone know about the magical Island of Bedfordshire? If I close my eyes I can see it now. I am about to set sail myself and I suggest you aren’t too far behind, unless you’d like a ride in my boat.
Hank: Mom, seriously, where did YOU learn about it?
Me: I didn’t learn about Bedfordshire; I invented it.
Molly: (sitting on the other end of the sofa watching Charlie and Lola eating grapes)
Me: (my peripheral vision pulls my attention to Molly who is tearing a grape in half and inspecting its guts, she then pokes at the grape flesh a bit before tugging up her t-shirt and squeezing the grape’s juice into her belly-button)
Molly: (absolutely delighted with herself giggles) LOOOK, MAMA! It’s like a piscina (swimming pool)! My belly button is a piscina (swimming pool)!
Me: (roaring with laughter)
Molly: (tries but fails to slurp the grape juice from its teeny-tiny swimming pool)
Me: (positively purple with laughter)
Molly: (joins in causing a mini grape juice tsunami)