Taking my face in her hands (all the time), she’ll say, “You’re my sweet girl.” She went with me to the store, and wanted me to carry her out on the sidewalk. I was carrying bags already, and I said, “Honey, I can’t, I don’t have enough hands.” She said very urgently, “Mommy! Mommy!” (So I turn around.). “We need to go back to the store so you can buy some more hands!” (she was quite serious.) We have sausage in the morning a couple of times a week. She asked for it today, and it wasn’t on the menu. She said, very depressed, “We haven’t had sausage for a hundred years.”