Timed Out
"Tessa, get upstairs to your bed!"
"NO!"
With clenched teeth, "Tessa Marie! Upstairs to your bed. NOW!"
"OK. But I'm only staying up there ONE hour."
The world through the eyes of a pre-schooler.
"Tessa, get upstairs to your bed!"
"Mamma? Can I call Timmy...Timmy is my boyfriend?" Tessa is looking at herself in the mirror. She is dressed as a mermaid for a pirate party at Timmy's house.
Mamma is wiping down Tessa' closet mirrors as Tessa plays beside her. "Mamma. Boyz is bad."
Tessa's sister is the hospital. There was no I'll-see-you-in-a-few-days-goodbye when mamma dropped Tessa off at daycare four days earlier. During the tucking-her-into-bed-by-phone session she asks mamma to come home. Mamma tries to explain the situation but Tessa blurts out suspiciously...."MAMMA! ARE YOU CAMPING?!"