Me: (hobbling about the house collecting this and that so we three can get out the door)
Hank: The kitty is at Tia’s house.
Molly: Go go go, kitty?
Hank: No, we are going on a walk and not to Tia’s house.
Molly: (sad) Kitty.
Hank: Here is a kitty toy.
Molly: (hugs the kitty toy then tosses it aside) Go go go, Kitty?
Me: Her vocabulary will grow, but her love of cats may never diminish.
Hank: We should think about getting a cat.
Hank: Mama, we have talked about this. Ducks poop in the house.
Me: So do cats.
Me: HA! Gottcha! (bending down to get the diaper bag and the button of my pants rockets free flying across the room.
Molly: OH WOW!
Hank: (dashes to get the button before Molly can see if it is edible) Whatever you are thinking, mama, just stop: you are not fat.
Me: (riots of laughter)
Molly: (joining in)
Hank: (sincere) Your pants are very old and they just need sewing.
Me: (absolutely hysterical, leaning on the wall for support)
Molly: (puzzled but still laughing)
Hank: (hugging me, giggling) You are beautiful.
Me: (positively purple, practically hyperventilating, hugging him back)
Hank: All you have to do is sew this button back to your pants like this never happened.
Molly: (joining the hug)
Me: (wiping tears from my eyes) Wooooo, (giggling) Thank you, Hank. I simultaneously feel beautiful and delighted.
Hank: You are welcome, pretty mama.
Me: (going to the kitchen for the sewing box, chuckling) Well, that’s my day made!
Molly: Go go go?