“I want to be the mom.”
“I want to be the baby.”
“Hey, I want to be the baby!”
“You’re always the baby! It’s my turn!”
“What about if you’re both the baby? I can have two babies!”
Such were the meetings of my childhood. For some reason they felt ever so much more important than many of the meetings I’ve had as an adult.
(Though if I could meet with these three? With magic falling from the sky? Now that would be a rockin’ meeting!)