Channelling Mom

After we got home from our trying and fatiguing nearly five hour trip back from Portland, Christian went out to get pho and I made Viv her dinner.  I sat with her as she attempted to scoop beans out of her bowl with a too-small spoon, the only clean one in the kitchen.  She suddenly stopped scooping, looked at me and said, "Don't worry, Mama."  I thought I must not have heard her correctly, as she's never said anything close to that before, so I asked her, "What did you say, baby?"  She replied, "Don't worry, Mama," very seriously.  I paused for a second to let what she just said ruminate, and asked her, "Don't worry about what?"  She thought for a second and said, "I don't know," and started eating again.  Smart enough to relay the message, too young to comprehend, maybe.  Got it, Mom.