Molly: (bathed, dressed in pajamas, minutes away from going to bed remembers I introduced her to Silly Putty yesterday) MAMA! Play eggs? Play eggs, please?
Me: Oh, Molly. We were so busy this evening, weren’t we?
Molly: Sim (yes)!
Me: And Akika (prima) came over for dinner.
Molly: Sim (yes), come on. Come on, mama! (reaching for my hand to pull me to where the Silly Putty eggs live in the book shelf)
Me: Amália, we can’t play with the Silly Putty tonight.
Molly: (starting to cry) Mama? Eggs! (pointing to the book shelf)
Me: I am so sorry, MaGoo.
Molly: (disappointed, fat tears streaming down her cherub cheeks)
Me: Tonight is a no, but tomorrow we shall play with the Silly Putty as long as you like.
Molly: (uplifted) Sim (yes)!
Me: (dubious) You’re happy about playing tomorrow?
Molly: SIM (YES)! Play! (giggling with tears still stuck to her face)
Me: Do you know what tomorrow means, Amália?
Me: Tomorrow means not today.
Molly: (dreams shattered, tips head back, tears resume) Play!
Me: Tomorrow means amanhã.
Molly: NO, mama! (shaking her head and the tears from her face) No amanhã (tomorrow)! Play. (collapsing in my arms)
Me: I am so sorry, lovie. It feels terrible to be disappointed.
Hank: But you can have some milk.
Molly: Sim (yes), quero (I want) milk.
Me: And we can read a story.
Molly: Quero (I want) story(in the depths of despair) e (and) EGGS!!!
Me: (hugging her)
Hank: (rubbing her back)
Epilogue: Molly was fast asleep not ten minutes after this conversation