Overheard at my house between lunchtime and naptime:
Mama: C'mon Bean let's go upstairs and read a book and take a nap.
Bean: But I gotta take my baby! I gotta git my baby!
Mama: Okay, get her and come with me. It's naptime.
Bean: Okay, Mama. (I love those words. They 're soooo rare.) (Goes to get her doll. And returns carrying her. We start up the stairs.)
(And we make it to the second stair before...)
Bean: UNH! My back is getting weady to BWOKE fum carrying dis BABY! She's tooooo heavy fer me.
Mama: Wow, that heavy, huh?
Bean: YOU carry her Mama. She wone hurt YOUR back. Here y'go baby. You go wiss my Mama. (Hands me the
I knew I'd end up raising that baby myself. Sigh.