Reflections of the way my mind works in the little person sitting next to me.

Conversation with my daughter at the dinner table:

Boogaloo: "Mommy, pease."

Mommy: "Please, what, sweetpea?"

Boogaloo: (holds out her slice of bread) "Honey." (thoughtful pause, face lights up) "Honeeeyy. Where's my supersuit?" (different voice) "What?" (original voice) "Where's my supersuit?" (second voice) "Why do you need to know?" etc.

Mommy: (in her head) You should not have made that jump so quickly, kiddo. That is way too much like mommy thinks. This does not bode well.