Scene: A crowded kitchen meant for one, starring three, with pots bubbling, big knife and cheese on the counter. Two parents trying to chase one rather quick two-year-old out of harm's way.

"Who's my darling son?"
"What, Papa?"
"You're my darling son."
"And I'm Mommy's moon!"

Sun and moon and stars and snow and big whales and a stegasaurus and a triceratops and "more cookies, PLEASE!"