1) She wakes up, and calls me into he room, then asks to go cuddle in my bed upstairs. We get settled and she is just sitting there, staring straight ahead.
"What are you thinking about, Molly?"
"I'm just feeling happy," she says.
2) We have ants in our kitchen. In February. In Pennsylvania. They ate slowly driving me to madness. Molly, however, thinks of them as pets.
"Look, Momma! It's a baby ant! I love her!" (I'm in the process of murdering the intruder.)
"I see it, but we can't be friends with ants. They're pests inside."
"Oh I do love her. I love her, I love her, I love her so so much."
3) Made popcorn for a snack. Now she will say her tummy hurts for the following reasons: she is full, she has to poop or pee, or her pants are too tight. It isn't an indication of illness. So laughter here was appropriate.
"Mommy, my tummy hurts. I ate too much cockporn."
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