Saturday morning
as I put clips into Jane's hair
Jane: Mama, I so pretty.
Me: Yes, you are.
Saturday afternoon
driving in the car
Jane: Mama. Mama. Mommeeee.
Me: Yes, my love?
Jane: Um, (long pause) I pretty eyes.
Me: Yes. Yes, you do.
Saturday night
as Jane masters another phrase from a song
Jane: I so smart, Mama.
she beat me to the punch, so all I could do is kiss on her
How true. How true.
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