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Crying an Ocean of Tears In Her Ears

Backstory: When we encounter a stream or a good fountain it is Pai (Hank and Molly's dad's) job to make us paper boats to sail and at restaurants it is my job to turn our paper napkins into lotus flowers.

Backstory: When we encounter a stream or a good fountain it is Pai’s (Hank and Molly’s dad’s) job to make us paper boats to sail and at restaurants or cafés it is my job to turn our paper napkins into lotus flowers.

 

Molly: (overly tired, crying in her bed)

Hank: (in bed, asleep, wearing ear plugs and a sleep mask because no one ever called him dumb, not one day)

Me: Hey now, hey now, little darlin’. What is it we say every night? No more crying, time for sleeping.

Molly: (unaffected)

Me: (kneeling by her bed) Hush now, little chicken. What has you so upset?

Molly: (in between tears) I… Don’t… Want… Go to bed!

Me: I know, lovie. It’s hard to stop the day, but it’s time for dreaming.

Molly: No. (tears streaming down her cheeks)

Me: Instead of crying let’s play a little game, shall we? (laying my head on her chest) You be Totoro and I will be May.

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Molly: (wants to stop crying, but doesn’t want to give up the fight)

Me: Who are you?

Molly: (sniffling)

Me: And this is where you say (whisper roar), “To-To-ROOOOO!”

Molly: (giggling)

Me: (pretending to be a three year old girl) Are you a Totoro?

Molly: (giggling, nodding)

Me: And then I lay on your big belly, because I am suddenly very, very tired and we go to sleep. (laying my head back down on her chest)

Molly: Mama, sleep with me?

Me: I can’t sleep with you, MaGoo! Your bed is much too small for me, but your bed is just right for you. I sleep just across the hall. I am always here.

Molly: Oh! (hand to her ears) I all wet!

Me: (brushing tears from her face) You cried an ocean of tears into your ears, silly chicken.

Molly: Ocean in my ears?

Me: Tears are salty like the sea.

Molly: (serious) Ocean in my ears?!

Me: Yes, and now that it is time for sleeping, why don’t we imagine that you have a real ocean inside your ears full of…

Molly: Fish!

Me: Yes and coral and sea weed and…

Molly: Seals!

Me: Yes and what else?

Molly: And… um…  And paper boats! Papa make paper boats? Paper boats for my ocean?

Me: Of course! Your papa always makes the paper boats and we will sail them on the ocean of tears in your ears.

Molly: Papa make paper boats and mama makes flowers.

Me: I do, don’t I?

Molly: Yah, mama makes flowers and papa boats and Mano (brother) is my best friend. (eyes getting heavy)

Me: Sounds perfect.

Molly: Yah. I all better. I on a paper boat. On a paper boat in my ear in ocean in my ear.

Me: (whispering) What a perfect place to be! (smiling while combing her hair from her eyes until soon she drifts off to sleep)