There she goes.

Today before we left for the bus stop, Marley asked me a question. I raced to write it down in full so that I could remember exactly the way she worded it. I wasn't quick enough, but it was something like this.

"Momma, do you ever feel in your head, like in your mind, someone's telling a story about you? Do you? I do." She smiled, and then she whispered slowly, as though she were telling a story to a circle of eager, cross-legged preschoolers. "Like, 'She was very scared. She did not know what to do.'" And then she giggled.

"Sure, Bean," I said, as my own inner narrative started constructing the re-telling of these moments. "I know just what you mean." I really, really love that kid.