After a particularly hard night of dealing with kids who won't sleep.
Eleanor: "I can't take it anymore."
Me: "Hey. I love you."
Eleanor: "No you don't."
Me: "Yes, I do. All of us do. We love you to death. Didn't I tell you that everything I love turns to dust?"
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Did she turn to you and say,
"Why couldn't it be gold?"
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