…but since words are all I’ve got, I’ll give it a go.
The moment went something like this:
Stephen: “Mom! Come see what Camille’s doing!”
Oh dread. I’m anticipating the mess of phenomenal portions already.
Sure enough, I found my newly-minted two-year-old on top of the washing machine, carefully scooping up detergent and pouring it into the space behind the wall and the machine.
“You are Trouble, little girl,” I told her, gathering her up into my arms and taking her away from the crime scene.
“Twouble?” she said, and instantly her dimpled hands were folded. “Hae Mae-wee…”
It took me ten seconds and then I got it.
Camille was praying.
A Hail Mary.
Because every time an ambulance goes by, Momma says, “Someone’s in trouble!” and we all say a prayer for that person.
That’s really cute, right? And far more mystical than I could ever fathom.