The Boy is napping. Actually napping.
Milly has finished her nap and is chatting to herself. I have her lunch ready.
Sophie is watching an episode of Mickey Mouse Clubhouse.
I am...um..."indisposed" and feel comfortable enough that Sophie won't set something on fire that I actually close the door.
All of the sudden, the door FLIES open and Sophie is standing there with her big Daisy doll and little Daisy doll clutched to her.
"DA POCO TAKER!", she says in a hushed tone. Then she leaves. (That's "The coconut taker!" in Sophie-speak and a quote from the episode.)
Then I laugh until I cry.