(I lost a dear friend too soon. In grief we ran to the sea)
Me: (tucking Hank into bed) Did you like the beach?
Hank: I love the beach. Did the beach help your heart?
Me: The sea always helps me heal. Thank you for asking.
Hank: We can go again?
Me: Again and again and again. What was your favorite part?
Hank: I loved the rocks and the pools. They were so smooth and perfect for my truck.
Me: You were really using your imagination, like a champ!
Hank: And then I played and played and then I peed in my fato de banho (bathing suit).
Me: You did? When?
Hank: Remember, that pool in the rocks that came up to my barriga (stomach)? Well I was swimming and playing and then I was peeing, but it is ok. It is the ocean.
Me: Well, I am very happy you chose a tide pool that didn’t have any fish. Imagine if you were a fish, minding your own business, when all of a sudden… (tasting sounds)
Hank: (rolling belly laughs)
Me: The WHOLE POOL tastes like Hank pee!
Hank: (hysterical laughter)
Me: But then if the fish were in the pool they would also be peeing so then it would be a mix of Hank and fish pee. And then think of the poor mollusks and barnacles! Completely enveloped by urine. And what if someone had an allergy?
Hank: (positively purple with laughter)
Me: Don’t you think about these things? I think about these things. I know all the barnacles were probably wondering what was that new taste in the tide pool: O sabor do Henrique (the flavor of Hank).
Hank: Oh mama. That is so funny.
Me: (laughing and needing so badly to laugh and then crying)
Hank: Is it your heart? Do you need a hug?
Hank: (from a hug) I will ask papa. You will need the sea again tomorrow. It is medicine.