pyjama's, and I, in my Betty Boop's.
The bedtime snack is usually milk and cookies. I absolutely love this part of the day, because it means
All is calm, all is peaceful.
She is making herself some chocolate milk, while I open the cookie jar to find, much to our horror, it's empty. Neither of us can remember who ate the last one, so we just stood there, giving each other the "suspicious eye".
Quick thinker that I am. . . I decide we have time to make a quick batch of peanut butter cookies before bed. Nothing like warm, fresh, peanut butter cookies. Now, before you go all "Wow, Michele, you're so amazing" on me ~ Let me clarify. . . I turn on the oven, rip open a package, then dump and stir.
I do not "make" anything.
Trinity loves to crack eggs; and she's pretty good at it. So, there we were, cracking eggs, telling knock-knock jokes (oh, puh-leeez tell me when that phase will end? Or at least when they will start making sense!) Then all of a sudden, right out of the blue,
"Momma, do you know what my favorite cookie to bake is? "
"No, Darlin. What is your favorite?" ( and when the hell did you decide to start calling me "MOMMA")
"Oh, really... when did you make oatmeal raisin cookies? ( WTF? you don't even like raisins!)
"Oh, ya know, when I was Rosa's mommy, we used to make them all the time."
"I'm sorry, when you were. . . who?" ( I'm sorry, when you were . . . who?)
"When I was a mommy before I came here: This IS my third time, ya know."
"Oh, I didn't know that. Three times, hey?" ( Um.... this could be a good blog post)
"Yep, three times. Did you know that when we die, we come back in someone else's tummy?"
"Oh, really? Who told you that?" (It better not be SAM !!!! )
"Nobody TOLD me, I just know. Pfft, everybody knows that. Sometimes you get to stay in the same family, but sometimes you can switch"
"Oh, I see. That's soo cool. " ( Wha?? Why couldn't you have said, SAM?)
"Yep. Don't you remember? Last time, I was your grandma, but you weren't you... you were Amelia."
"No sweetie, I"m sorry. I don't remember being, Amelia. But, I bet you were an awesome grandma."
"It's okay, it was a long time ago."
And that was that, and nothing more.
We ate our peanut butter cookies, nice and warm. Washed them down with some milk, and now she is fast asleep.
I, however, am sitting here, still trying to get the hair on the back
of my neck to stop tingling.