Pai: (walking out of the living room, frazzled) Molly’s up. I am running late. Can you somehow manage to get her dressed, fed and her lunch packed in about 20 minutes?
Me: (calm, cool and collected) No problem.
Pai: (dashing off to get ready) Thanks, sorry, you’re the best.
Me: (entering the living room)
Molly: (rolled into a blanket on the sofa with a major case of bedhead)
Me: Good morning, MaGoo.
Molly: Good morning. I hungry.
Me: I’ll go fetch you a yogurt and be right back.
Molly: Wait, mama. How your day, mama? How your day?
Me: I am having a lovely morning, thank you. How is your day so far, Amália?
Molly: (gigantic yawn) I wake up. I no faz chi-chi (pee) in my fralda (diaper). I hungry. I go to Tia’s house (Nanny’s). (nodding)
Me: That sounds like an excellent day, lovie.
Molly: Yah, egg-sealent.
Me: Shall I get your breakfast now?
Me: But papa is in a rush this morning. He has class. We’ve gotta hustle.
Molly: Me, too? Me too, have class with papa? I go to school?
Me: You will go to school in September.
Molly: September tomorrow?
Me: Not quite.
Molly: (fat tears tumble down her face) NO! School tomorrow! School tomorrow, okay mama?
Me: (walking over to the sofa) I am sorry school isn’t tomorrow, MaGoo.
Molly: (crying into my fleece bathrobe)
Me: BUT at Tia’s house you can play school! You can pretend school with Ariana!
Me: Yah. One of you can be the teacher and the other the student and then you switch.
Molly: I the teacher, mama. Me! I teacher.
Me: Alright, you can be the teacher.
Molly: I teacher skeletons.
Me: You’re going to teach Ariana about skeletons?
Molly: Yah. I hungry.
Me: Would you like to come to the kitchen with me and teach me how to open your yogurt?
Molly: (delighted) YAH! I misk it! I misk it, mama.
Molly: (toddling off, curls bouncing) Come on, mama! Papa rush. Come on! We hustle!