... letting your three-year-old stay up an hour past his bedtime because he's having so much fun playing "let's make soup" with miscellaneous items from the family room junk pile.
... spending another half-hour helping him search for tiny plastic Dora and Boots figures - the ones that have been attached to his little hands for the better part of a week and which have suddenly gone missing.
... finally putting him to bed with only Boots, discovered behind the media cabinet, and with a gentle admonishment to take better care of his things and a promise to search with him again in the morning until Dora is found.
... promising that Dora will be okay on her own for just this one night. She's a tough chick, that Dora.
... going back downstairs and searching on your own for another half-hour or so, until you finally find Dora tucked behind the living room sofa.
... sneaking back upstairs to tuck the tiny figurine into an impossibly soft little fist, and hearing a tiny, sleepy voice whisper, "Dora? Thanks, Mama. I love you."
... knowing that - at that moment? - you could die happy, knowing those would be the last words you heard in this life.
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...so now you know how your Mom feels about you...awesome, isn't it?
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