Here I was, moments ago, holding a clean, pajama-ed Charlotte in my arms. The lights are low, her music is playing and she's all ready for bed. We are in her rocking chair, rocking and talking about her day, telling each other what made us feel happy, sad, etc.
I look down into her big blue eyes, she sucks her fingers and gazes up at me.
"I love you sweet heart."
A moment of silence. Twila Paris croons from the CD player. Charlotte removes the fingers from her mouth.
"I yuv you too, Poopy-Diaper face."