Ava: "I sad. Mumma make me happy." (Totally being silly and pretending, but I flashed forward in my head to so many times that she'll be sad. And realized that I wouldn't be able to fix everything with a kiss and a hug and a silly joke.)
In my serious state of mind, I smiled: "Aww, mumma can't make Ava happy! You make Ava happy!"
I was a little somber. Poor kid. But she was fine and still pretending and silly. She kind of ignored my statement. Probably because it was a little beyond a 2 and a half-year-old. And, in her own way, she was like, "Mom, you're a dork. I'm just playing." :)
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