Last night Katie was grumpy and sad and sort of pitiful. Finally, after a lot of whining and negotiating and delaying, when she was in bed and I was rubbing her back, she calmed down and said to me, "Mommy, do you know why I'm sad? It's because the little baby is gone."
(Oh. Hear that? That's the sound of my breaking heart.)
So I told her that I was sad, too. And she said, "And daddy is sad, too." I agreed.
"And Molly dog is sad," she said. "And the kitties are sad. The dog goes," in a very sad voice, "woooof. And the kitties go," in a very quiet voice, "meow meow." (This part made me laugh a little.)
I said that maybe someday, the little baby would come back, and she said, "But I'm sad now." I said I was, too.
And Katie said, "When I was a little baby, I didn't go away."
And WOW. I just looked at her, and hugged her, and said, "Yes, thank God! Thank God you didn't go away."