If you’re going to be me tomorrow, you’ll need to know the following:
You will be woken up by the sound of your door opening, and you’ll be able to tell, without opening your eyes, which child is coming through the door to crawl into bed with you. The boy will have sure, confident steps and will run and leap onto the bed—landing on your right side. The girl will stumble in an uneven stride, still wiping the sleep from her eyes, come to your left side and pull on the sheets because she still needs help getting up onto your bed. She’ll demand cuddles but won’t tolerate kisses this early in the morning. They’ll all be wiped off, and she’ll yell, “Stoppy!” at you if you persist. For her, everything has a -y attached at the moment so the translation of her toddler-speak will take a minute. Dogg-y, stopp-y, hund-y—except for “Mama.” That one is the same.