Me: (opening the living room door) Good morning, everyone.
Hank: Good morning, my mama.
Molly: Ne-ne-ne-ne-ne! (Mamamamammamama!)
Pai: (from a big hug) Good morning, did you have a nice sleep?
Me: (being attack/hugged by Hank) Ufff, yes I did, thank you. I had no idea I slept so late. I didn’t even hear you get up.
Pai: That was the whole point. That’s what rainy Sundays are for.
Molly [crawling over to join the cuddle pile) Screeching (Mama! Pick me up.)
Me: (picking up Molly) What did I miss so far?
Hank: Oh, look (pulling up his hair to reveal a monster mosquito bite).
Me: Yikes. You done got bit, Bubba!
Hank: I already put the no-itch medicine on it.
Me: So we have a rogue mosquito in the house? Let us all keep our eyes peeled for the varmint.
Pai: (walking off eyes to the ceiling)
Molly: [huge yawn, head resting on my shoulder] Eee-ne-ne-ne-ne-ne-ne (Mama, come and watch Xana Toc Toc with me. I am not at all tired.) [pointing at the TV]
Me: All right, MaGoo, I hear you. Just a few more songs from Xana and then it is…
Pai: (walking into the living room, carrying his kill) Look Hank: your blood.
Hank: (confused) Huh?
Me: Your papa killed the mosquito. The mosquito that bit you? He was fat on your blood.
Hank: What! Mosquitos drink your blood? That is what happens when they bite? Really?
Hank: That is the grossest thing I have ever heard. He ATE my blood? Mosquitos are basically vampires?
Me: ‘Fraid so.
Hank: I just… I mean… (shivers)
Me: Mind blown?
Hank: More like my mind is completely exploded.
Me: (positively purple with laughter)
Molly: [asleep on my shoulder]