Molly: (toddles into the living room, points to the TV) Happy Days!
Molly: (belly out, knees locked, bottom lip out, pointing at the TV) HAPPY DAYS!
Hank: Mana (sister), I told you.
Me: (looking up from my book) Besides, you didn’t say, please, Amália.
Molly: (wanting to cry)
Me: (interrupting the tears before they can begin, saying in a sweet voice) Nope! No. No way, little one. (scooping her up in my arms) No way, no how!
Hank: We don’t get what we want when we cry.
Monica (our cousin staying with us for the summer): Amália, would you like some yogurt?
Molly: (from pout to delighted in under a second) SIM! (Yes)
Me: Sim, se faz favor, prima. (yes, if you please, cousin) Yes, please. Please. Yogurt, please.
Hank: And if that is too hard to say, say peas. Peas! We will understand you.
(a little while later, after yogurt)
Monica: Amália. Can you say your name? Say Amália.
Molly: No! (folding her arms and turning away)
Monica: Come on, Amália. You only say your name to you mãe (mom). Say Amália.
Molly: (full throttle sass) No! PEAS. (pause for dramatic affect) PEEEEEEEES.
Monica: (catching on) Oh, I am sorry. How rude of me. Amália, can you please say your name.
Monica: I would love to hear you say it, please.
Molly: (milking her new found power for all it’s worth)
Molly: (side eye) Ah-Molleee-Ah.
Monica: (delighted) Oh and where is Amália?
Molly: (proud, hugging herself) Aqui (right here).
Monica: Thank you, Amália.
Molly: (arms wrapped around her prima’s neck giving her a big hug) De-na-da (you’re welcome).
Hank: (whispers to me, driving through the Amafi Coast) Did you hear, mama?
Me: (book on my chest having witnessed the whole wonderful conversation, whispering back) Yes, I did.
Hank: (taking a hard left, whispers) She’s growing up.
Me: (whispering back) She sure is.