“Abba-ca-dabba… and Mommy is a lion.”
G is pointing her magical Tinkertoy baton in my direction.
Okay, that’s easy!
“Rooooaaarrr!” I growl at her. She giggles.
“Abba-ca-dabba... and Mommy is a statue”.
Hmmm, another easy one. I just keep my face frozen in a downward gaze. I’ll have to admit, I’m only half-way paying attention to her; the other half is trying to sort out two dozen piles of documents spread around the floor. I guess my stupefied expression is enough to satisfy her.
“Abba-ca-dabba… Mommy is my mommy!”
I missed that one. Still staring at the papers, trying to make sense of them, putting together a filing system in my head … her little voice only registers fleetingly with me.
“Abba-ca-dabba… MOMMY IS MY MOMMY!”
She’s gesticulating frantically in my direction, waiting for me to respond and come back to earth.
I snap out of it and give her a smile.
“YAY, the magic worked. Mommy is back. I love you Mommy!”
Now if only that magic baton could grant Mommy a few extra hours in the day…and perhaps an extra brain!