This story is for the benefit of my 80-year-old self:
Last night i was sitting at the kitchen table. The Professor was sitting next to me and the BabyGirl was in his lap. I was talking with him about something i had worked hard on that didn't work out. I was very discouraged and frustrated. The BabyGirl, although not a part of our conversation, was listening intently. While she listened, she had a look of concern on her face.
At a pause in the conversation, she said worriedly, "You are hurting, Mama?"
I said, "No dear, i'm not hurting, i'm just sad."
Her look of concern intensified. She said, "I'll give you a smoochie." Then she leaned over and smooched my cheek. She smiled and said, "You're all better?"
I said, "Oh yes, i'm all better now."
Apparently i wasn't convincing enough. She hooked her arm around mine, laid her head on my shoulder and said, "What [can] I do for you, Mama?"
It was a very special moment that i want to remember always.