Me: (wrestling an unhappy baby into clothes)
Molly: NO! This! This!
Hank: Good morning! Today is today. It’s Hillary day!
Me: Good morning, Hank. Argh. Amália Sofia!
Hank: Second name means you listen, Moo moo.
Molly: NO! Noooooo. This. Thiss!
Me: What is This? What this? What do you want, Amália? (letting go of the struggle)
Molly: (toddles over to her discarded pajamas) This. (lays down on her pajamas) This, mama. (starts to put her arms back into the pajama sleeves)
Hank: Oh, she doesn’t want to get dressed.
Me: Oh, MaGoo. I totally understand. True story. I am so sorry today is a getting dressed day, but I promise you a no-getting-dressed day on the weekend. You have to go outside and it is getting cold. You have to get dressed to go outside.
Molly: (big, tired tears stuck to her cheeks) Outside?
Hank: Yes, you have to take me to school and then go see Ama (nanny) and Ouis (her husband, Louis) and then Ariana will be there to play.
Molly: Sad. (snuggling into her pajamas) Sad.
Hank: Awe. Mama, she’s sad to leave her pajamas. (laying down next to her, cheek to cheek) I understand, Amália. I love my pajamas in the winter, so so much. (rubbing her back)
Me: We will give you a minute to wake up and say, “Good Day,” to you pajamas, little chicken.
Hank: See watch, Amália. (pops up, yawns, stretches, turns and waves to her pajamas) Good Day, Pajamas! I will see you tonight! I’m getting dressed for the day!
Molly: (giggling, getting up, scooping up her pajamas, giving them a kiss) See you! Bah-Bye! (bringing the pajamas to me, sitting on my lap, attention back on cartoons, ready to get dressed)
Me: (quietly) Thank you, Hank.
Hank: (kissing the top of Molly’s head) She’s my best sister and I am her best big brother.