A week or so ago, Zach and Molly had a sweet exchange at bedtime, along these lines:Z: Will you always be my baby?
M: Yes.
M: Daddy?
Z: Yes?
M: You don't have to ask.
In other, related news, on Monday, I got to go to gymnastics with the girls. For the bear-walk warm-up, Clara insisted on being the baby bear, walking under the mama bear (that's me), as usual. About half way through, though, she scooted out from under me and announced: "I'm my own bear!".
Yes, dear, you are your own bear. But you'll always be my baby. Just like Molly.
Photo: sisters watching a ladybug, Tilden Park, February 15, 2010
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