Me: I get to take you to Pre-K tomorrow!
H: [pouts, stops doing insane gymnastic feats in bed, flops dramatically] Ohhhhh…I don’t LIKE school.
Me: You said you LOVED school.
H: [laughs hysterically] Oh! RIGHT! It’s so much better to be a KID. I have lots and lots and lots of time before I have to be, you know, old.
Me: SO much time.
H: And you have to be like— [pretends to be on the telephone] —’Hello? What? NO JOB? Okay. Hello? What? NO JOB? Okay? Hello? What? NO JOB? Okay. Hello? What? NO JOB? Okay—’
Me: Yup. That’s pretty much exactly it.
H: Yeaaaahhh. That’s NO FUN. ‘WHAT? NO JOB? WHAT? NO JOB? WHAT? NO JOB?’ Being a GROWNUP. I have SO much time.
Me: You really do.
H: I have SO MUCH TIME before I get, like, all old and have gray hair, like, really LONG. That would be WEIRD. And if you saw me, you would not even NOTICE me.
Me: Oh, I would recognize you.
H: HOW???
Me: I would always recognize you.
H: [sitting up in bed] BUT HOWWWW????
Me: I would recognize you anywhere. You and I, we have a special relationship, you know.
H: Do you and Sophie have a special relationship?
Me: Definitely. Very special. Just different.
H: HOWWWWW?????
Me: I think…Sophie keeps more words inside. You let your words…come out. I can usually figure out how to make you feel better. Sophie can be a little trickier for me to figure out, sometimes. But I would recognize you both, no matter what you looked like or sounded like. I would recognize all that great stuff in your brain and in your heart.
H: [returns to doing gymnastic flips in her bed] OH. Tell me again about the time you were born.
Me: Babci was sure she was going to have a boy—
H: [tickled to bits] SO THEY DECORATED YOUR ROOM ALL LIKE WITH SURFBOARDS AND CROCODILES AND ALL BLUE AND STUFF!!! AND YOUR SOCKS AND YOUR CLOTHES WERE ALL BLUE!!!
Me: Yup. Something like that. I don’t know about the crocodiles, but definitely lots of blue. And Babci said to Poppy, ‘Oh my gosh, Joe! What are we going to do with her HAIR?’
H: [cracking up]
Me: That’s why I learned to do my own hair pretty fast.
H: YEAH! [cracking up]
Me: Time for sleep.
H: Okay. [jokes] GOODNIGHT, MOTHER!
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