At the lunch table..
Mama: (glimpse of laundry waiting to be folded, followed by a sigh)
Emma: are you tired, mom?
Mama: yep, sweetie.
Emma: go take a nap.
Mama: but I can't. I have to watch the kiddos. I can't do that while I'm sleeping.
Emma: yes you can. Jackson is already asleep and I can fold your clothes for you. That a good idea?
