Molly: (chirping from her dark bedroom)
Molly: Nope, I sleeeeping.
Me: You are?
Molly: I sleeping, mama. Go away. (pregnant pause) Please.
Me: But the day has long begun.
Molly: (disappointed) Awe, no way.
Me: I’m coming in. Prepare yourself.
Molly: Wait, my mask!
Me: (turning on the light) Your what? (walk further into her bedroom to find my diva three year old, tucked warm under her covers wearing a velvet sleep mask) What in the world?
Molly: (giggling, pulling the sleep mask up on her forehead) Foi mano (Brother, did it)! I just like, mano (brother)!
Me: (sitting on the floor next to her bed) There is no one better you could be like, in my opinion.
Molly: Good morning, mama.
Me: Good morning, my littlest chicken. How was your sleeping?
Molly: Good. How your sleeping, mommy?
Molly: (giggling) Gloreeeisssssssss!
Me: But now that we are both awake I am finally able to do my most very favorite thing in the whole world.
Molly: What that?
Me: Tickling Toddlers! (wiggle my fingers in her direction)
Molly: (eyes wide in terror) NO! No mama. Stop.
Molly: (dead serious) No mama. Cold hands. Cold hands. No.
Me: (rubbing my icy hands and fingers together)
Molly: Not now, mama. Later. Cold hands, um k?
Molly: We go play with small things. My favorite things small things. (bouncing out of bed and toddling off)
Me: (trying to warm life into my perpetually freezing hands, ready for spring)