I heard it in Loverpants' voice. That warbling chuckle that he was trying to mask with stern rebuke. "Did you do this?"
"Yes," said Baby Girl, so earnestly.
"Oh, Madi, we don't color on doors. We only color on paper...What is it?"
"This is mommy and this is me!"
I walk back and there it is. Like a fresco diptych in a Renaissance cathedral: two figures, the two bobble heads with the accompanying stick figure bodies, each with its own panel on the white door. Perfectly drawn to scale. In blue crayon.
"That's a good circle, Madi," says Loverpants, unable to help himself.
"Ganks," she says.
"Don't tell her that!" I whisper, trying to conceal my beaming pride.