Last night, 6:12 pm. We're eating dinner.
Hazel: "Mommy, what's the favorite part of your life?"
"My favorite parts were when I married Daddy, then when you were born, then when Ginger was born!"
Pat myself on the back, good answer.
"What's the favorite part of your life?
Hazel: "My favorite part was seeing you get smaller and smaller and then you were a baby and I was your Mom."
Benjamin Button flashes to mind. Then I remember Hazel's obsession with mother-child relationships and her still-fluid conception of time and tense. Phew, I'm good. I'm still the Mom.