At bedtime tonight, just as I thought Ella was drifting off to sleep, she sat up straight.
Mama, she said. When I gwow up, I'm not going to have this hair. Or this Toutai (her black and white stuffed cat toy). Or this color (comforter). And I'm going to be up in Buddy's bed.
You're right, I replied. While in my heart I thought. Don't grow up too quickly.