Molly: (waking up alone at the table having fallen asleep in her high chair) MaaaaMA!
Me: (reading to Hank in my big bed)
Hank: (vaulting into action) Oh no, my mana (sister) needs me.
Me: Go go go! (gingerly getting up)
Hank: Mana? It’s okay, brothers coming.
Molly: (crying) Mamoooo (brother).
Pai: (lifting Molly into his arms) Pois, Amália, Pronto. Já esta. (It’s alright, Molly. It’s done.)
Hank: Papa, can you carry Amália over to the couch I can hold her like mama does.
Me: (entering the room with our book)
Molly: (crying, struggling away from Hank) Mama!
Me: Hank, do not be offended, but I think Ms. MaGoo just needs her mama for a bit.
Hank: Perfectly fine. Don’t worry, I get it. I totally understand.
Me: (handing off the book to Pai) Come here, lovie.
Molly: (calmer) Mama. (clinging like a monkey)
Me: Can you open the book to the marked page and hand it to me? I think Molly would also like to go to Hogwarts.
Pai: Here you are. (kissing the tops of Molly and Hank’s heads)
Hank: Can I snuggle, too?
Me: What kind of silly question is that? Find a spot.
Hank: (grinning, joins the snuggle pile)
Me: (balancing baby, book and boy I return all three of us to Hogwarts.)