Mommy, look! I’m taller than the shopping caht!
Oh, girlie, you stop that! I’ve told you and told you you’re not allowed to grow up!
But Mooooommmmmyyyy, I can’t stop gwowing. A hand grasps mine. But I’ll always be your best fwiend no matter what.
The hills are alive with the Sound of Music.
Oh, Mommy! Look at the colowy (“colory”) mountains all awound. They do look alive!
And Mommy. You have a vewy beautiful voice. Will you sing to me all the time?
Mommy, can you tuhn up the music and we’ll both sing togevver at the top of ouh lungs?
Sure, Boo. What shall we sing?
Fun music, Mommy, because we are funny people.
Mommy, can we buy mahshmallows so I can have them in hot chocolate on brrrrrryyyyy days?
MARSHmallows?! Why should we buy marshmallows?
Because I love you and you love me and we’re a happy family.
So, we’ll only be happy if I buy marshmallows?
Oh, silly Mommy. I’m happy all the time, don’t you know that? Well, except foh when I’m sad. But I’m happy all the time I’m with you.
Mommy, when we get home, let’s cuhl up togevver. We can sit on the couch and watch some more of that Anne of Gween Gables and we can LAUGH and we can CWY and we can just be togevver. I like togevver. Don’t you, Mommy?
If she only knew. Oh, if she only knew.
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