I’m sitting on the floor as Jenna paces around me, trying to get the boys to come up from the basement.
She yells for them to come up, they ignore her.
Then she has a great idea.
She whispers to me, “I’m pretending I’m you….”
“I’m momma!!, Come upstairs!”
Big smile on her face, this is definitely going to work.
Looks at me, leans over and whispers again:
“Don’t worry….you’re still you….”