While we work, she entertains us with made up knock-knock jokes. After a few minutes, I notice that she has gone quiet over on my end of the closet I share with my husband. That is when I hear her ask again, “Mama, can I have this?”
I motion her to meet me in the middle so I can see what she is asking about. She slowly walks over, her fist closed tightly around her newly discovered treasure. I can tell she believes this item is of great value and the last thing she wants to do is to turn it over to me.