Rachel: ‘No Mom. STOP.” Hannah and Rachel are playing night-night under the couch pillows and don’t want the “time for a nap’ lady around. I had just walked into the room.

I turn around and walk away.

Rachel: Following after me, concerned. “Mom, are you afraid that no one likes you anymore?”

Me: “No. I’m fine, thanks.”

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In the car yesterday.

“Mom, Hannah’s looking up to me again!”