Mama: OK, Mia. It's time to get dressed, let's go pick something to wear!
Mia: Shhh. (Hushed) My baby was scared, so I'm singing love to her.
Mama: *whispering* What a sweet mommy you are! Do you like it when mama sings love to you, too?
Mia: *dismissive* No. I'm the only one who sings love.
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Around the kitchen table, Justin and Mia are squabbling about the correct way to sing a certain tune. I suspect they're both imagining a different tune in their heads, so will never agree. I bust out in a singing/dancing routine, complete with dishtowel flourishes and sweeping gestures to distract them.
Mama: I LOVE YOU BABY! AND IF IT'S QUITE ALRIGHT, I NEED YOU BABY, TO WARM THE LONELY NIGHTS. I LOVE YOU BABY...TRUST IN ME WHEN I SAY: OH PRETTY BABY! DON'T LET ME DOWN I PRAY! MY PRETTY BABY, NOW THAT I'VE FOUND YOU - STAY, AND LET ME LOVE YOU, BABY, LET ME LOVE YOUUUUUU! *striking a pose*
Family: *stunned into silence*
Mama: Oh, come on! I can't even believe I knew all of those words!
Justin: Yeah, can you imagine if you'd forgotten them? You might've looked dumb.
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Laying Mia down for naptime, we have one of our usual dialogues: The "I love you more than.." contest.
Mama: I love you...brighter than the twinkling stars.
Mia: I love you...colder than snow!
Mama: Oooh! I love you...deeper than the ocean.
Mia: I love you...sweeter than sugar!
Mama: Yum! That's really sweet! Okay, babe. It's time for sleep now.
Mia: No, wait -- can I have one last question?
Mama: Alright, but then it's time for sleep. Your last question is...Do you love me...higher than a mountain?
Mia: *giggling* No, mom! Not higher than that!
Mama: *feigning horror*
Mia: It's OK, mom. Maybe higher than a really small mountain.
I'm just hoping some of you had a weekend filled with love and respect, 'cause I got nothin'. There are a few hours left, though...