We All Have A Skeleton (A Conversation with Molly)

Take your daughter to work day! Molly with the research psychologists at University of Minho.

Take your daughter to work day! Molly with the research psychologists at University of Minho wearing her “Power Ranger” sensors.


Juliana (psychology grad-student researcher): Now Amália would you like to play a game?

Molly: YAH! I a Power Ranger! (showing off her cool head and wrist band sensors worn for the experiment)

Juliana: You are a Power Ranger? Wow!

Molly: Yah! (showing off her Power Ranger moves)

Juliana: I am have a puzzle just for Power Rangers.

Molly: Hurray!!!

Juliana: (placing a puzzle in front of Molly to put together, the kind of puzzle where you remove a puzzle piece with the exterior of a food and underneath you see what is on the inside of the food) What Power Ranger are you?

Me: Are you the Red Power Ranger, the Blue Power Ranger?

Molly: I all dem.

Me: She’s all of them.

Juliana: Wow.

Molly: (removes the fish puzzle piece)

Me: Look Amália, this is the fish skeleton.

Molly: WHAT!?! Loooooook, Juliana! SKELETON FISH!

Juliana: Yes, those are the bones of the fish.

Molly: You like skeleton, Juliana?

Juliana: No, I don’t like skeletons, I am scared of them.

Molly: (serious) They not scary.

Me: Amália loves the skeleton.

Molly: (nodding, jumping to her feet, pointing) You have one! You have one skeleton!

Me: Amália’s best friend is also scared of skeletons so I told her to help her friend not be scared she could explain we all have a skeleton so we shouldn’t be scared of them.

Molly: Juliana, you have skeleton! You have a coluna (spine). You have crânio (skull).

Juliana: I do! I won’t be scared anymore.

Molly: You no scared. You have skeleton! You no scared anymore!

Juliana: Amália, can we play another game?

Molly: Sure!


Bad Guys Are Just Superheroes With Broken Hearts (A Conversation with Molly)

Because one tutu just wasn't enough to watch Power Rangers.

Because one tutu just wasn’t enough to watch Power Rangers.


Me: (cracking the door to her bedroom) Good morning, Ms. MaGoo. Are you awake?

Molly: Yah.

Me: May I turn on the light?

Molly: No, my eyes not ready.

Me: Okay, may I come in?

Molly: Yah.

Me: Good morning (sitting on the floor beside her bed).

Molly: Good morning, mama.

Me: How was your sleeping?

Molly: Good.

Me: How was your dreaming?

Molly: Good.

Me: What did you dream about?

Molly: I dream about fire. Fire in the garage and, um, bombeiros (firefighters) came and put fire out with water.

Me: That’s what bombeiros (firefighters) do. Bombeiros (firefighters) are heroes. They are real life superheroes just like your Tio (Uncle) Daniel. He is a bombeiro (firefighter) and he is a hero; he and his colleagues save people.

Molly: And cats.

Me: And guinea pigs.

Molly: Guinny pigs?

Me: The fire station where your Tio (Uncle) works in Setúbal is a guinea pig sanctuary.

Molly: Really?

Me:Yes, when a guinea pig needs a home they go and live at the fire station.

Molly: The bombeiros (firefighters) are superheroes! They save guinea pigs!!!! (nodding)

Me: Yes.

Molly: I love superheroes.

Me: I know.

Molly: I like bad guys, too.

Me: You know, a bad guy is just a superhero with a broken heart.

Molly: Awe. Bad guys with broken hearts superheroes?

Me: True story.

Molly: Like Joker and Batman.

Me: Exactly like Joker and Batman.

Molly: (processing)




Molly: Mama, I a Power Ranger.

Me: And I am proud!

Molly: I then porpull Power Ranger, NO, I the greeeeeeen Power Ranger.

Me: Impressive, do you want me to sign you up for Karate? That is how you learn to be a Power Ranger.

Molly: No, uma bruxia (a witch) make Power Ranger!

Me: Ah, but that is only for television Power Rangers. Real life Power Rangers have to train and practice to become Power Rangers and that practice is called martial arts. Just like bombeiros (firefighters) have to train to be superheroes so do Power Rangers… Unless you’re on TV.

Molly: I no on TV.

Me: Nope.

Molly: I no need a bruxia (witch).

Me: Nope, you have all the power you need to be a superhero.

Molly: (getting out of bed) But I no bad guy, mama. My heart not broken.

Me: (smiling, watching her toddle off toward her day)



A Conversation with Molly

If you look closely you can see her diva sleep mask peeking out from under the popcorn she then requested for breakfast. #SaturdayBrunch

If you look closely you can see her diva sleep mask peeking out from under the popcorn she requested for breakfast. #SaturdayBrunch


Molly: (chirping from her dark bedroom)

Me: MaGoo?

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?

Me: Glorious.

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?

Me: Okay.

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)