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The Story of Our Golden-Haired Girl

conversations with hank and molly

Molly: (cradling a new born baby doll)

Me: (reading)

Molly: Mama, my baby is so small.

Me: Absolutely teeny, but you were never that small.

Molly: No. I never this small.

Me: Never. You came to me half grown and wild to the core! One day while walking next to a babbling brook I stumbled upon a fairy ring and there inside was a herd of sprites dancing and laughing with a golden-haired girl. The fae turned to me and asked if I would like a child made of acorns and fall leaves, mushrooms and moss and I said, “Yes!” And I wrapped you up in my sweater where you wiggled and giggled all the way home.

Molly: No, that’s not my story.

Me: One day I went to the sea side where the waves crashed and raked the shore and there I found a school of mermaids tickling the toes of a golden-haired girl.  The mermaids turned to me and asked if I would like a child made of shells and kelp, pearls and sunken treasure and I said, “YES!” And I wrapped you up in my towel where you wiggled and giggled all the way home.

Molly: No, that’s not my story either.

Me: One day I went to a VOLCANO where the earth spat and oozed liquid fire and there I found a bank of dragons growling and raging with a golden-haired girl. The dragons turned to me and asked if I would like a child made of power and lava, magma and the core of the earth and I said…

Molly: YES!

Me: And I wrapped you in my special fire-resistant coat where you wiggled and giggled all the way home.

Molly: That is my story, mama. That is me.

Me: I know. I was there.