When I walked into the kitchen to prepare some scrambled tofu the girls were pretending to be magical talking kittens. There was a lot of meowing, Elise following her sister's lead. Cordelia told me that she was the type of kitten who could suck her hairs in and look like a human. I was vaguely creeped out.
I filled their glasses with vegetable juice, mine with orange juice because I think vegetable juice tastes like scabs probably taste. I am not willing to test my theory, so a theory it shall remain.
I noticed that things had become a little quiet. Eric was getting ready so I knew they were on my watch. Parenting 101 teaches us all that silence is never golden. Usually this means that something is being painted that shouldn't be painted or that things are being dropped into the toilet bowl. They'd been out of my sight for just a moment so I was hopeful that they hadn't had time to do much damage.
I found them in the next room on their knees, hands folded, eyes closed, praying.
Cordelia led the serious prayer pausing as Elise repeated:
Cordelia: Dear God
Elise: Dee Gah
Cordelia: Please help mom.
Elise: Peas momma
Here my heart swelled as I thought Cordelia was thinking about how hard and exhausting it is to be a mother...
Cordelia: Not to have those socks anymore.
Elise: No socks!