I will take my ball into the living room! Oh, Mommy’s in the living room. There is the closet. What’s behind that door? What’s behind that door? Hmmm …

Pretty piggies! I can take them to the living room.

What’s behind that closet? It could be alligator! Woo!

Flight of the Bumblebees, Flight of the Bumblebees, Bee-O Bee-O Bee-O’s.

You know my favorite? Ballgames. Ballgames ballgames ballgames.

Moments after I tell Poppy to go put her socks on, she emerges from her room proudly waving a pair of Elmo undies.

Me: Those don’t look like socks.

Pi: Maybe they are Elmos.

Me: Hm.

Pi: Maybe I should keep looking.

“Get into bed with Mommy?” Poppy asks when I go in to wake her. She requests this most mornings.

I crawl into bed next to her and ask her the usual. “How did you sleep? Did you have sweet dreams?”

She giggles. Then she says:

Did you see that silly Baby Bear? Baby Bear was flying! He was flying to Bert. Bert was so close! That silly Baby Bear was upside-down and down.