Molly: Mama? MAMA? MÃE (mom)!!
Me: (scuttling about getting her day bag packed to visit her Nanny) Yes, Moo-Moo Gigante? (The Super Hero name Molly settled on this weekend: Moo-Moo Giant)
Molly: Mama, play howse (house)?
Me: Oh, thank you for the invitation. I would love to play house with you.
Molly: (singing Frozen) Wif You.
Me: (singing back) With you!
Me: May I get my coffee first? One minute.
Molly: Mama, não (no). MAMA!
Me: (walking away in spite of her cries until I realize she is no longer using her “BUT THAT’S NOT WHAT I WANT” cry and she is now using her petrified cry. Double back) Hey now? What’s all this?
Molly: (looking at the ceiling, hands pulled to her chest, clasped in prayer, cowering)
Me: Are you frightened? Tem medo (are you scared)?
Molly: Sim (yes). Olha (look)! (screeching at the sight of a fly)
Me: (pulling her into my lap) Oh, look who’s come to visit us! Hello, mosca (fly). Hello! Molly, that is a mosca (fly). He is a kind bug. He is a friend. He doesn’t pica or morder (sting or bite). A mosca (fly) dances in the sky and goes buzz, buzz, buzz. Can you say buzz, buzz, buzz?
Molly: (warming up to the fly) Buzz. Buzz. (giggling) Buzz, Buzz, Buzz!
Me: Can you say hello to the mosca (fly)? He just woke up for Spring!
Molly: Hello, buzz buzz. Good morning! Mama, (toddling out of my lap) Mama, essa mooosca (this fly) buzz, buzz e Moo Moo Gigante HULK SMASK com bota (with my boot), okay? (nodding, pointing to her feet)
Me: (translating) You would like to HULK SMASH that mosca (fly) under your boot?
Molly: (delighted) SIM (YES)!
Me: Poor mosca (fly). He just wants to buzz around our living room until I open the window to the afternoon sun in a little while. Must you smash him? He doesn’t have a very long life to live anyway and it would be a shame to cut it even shorter.
Molly: Okay. No smash. Nooo Smash, mosca (fly). Mooooooosssca (fly)? Play howse (house)? (looking at the ceiling) Come on. Come on, moosca. Come on.