Ghosts, Playing, Help!

"I want to scare everybody with these ghost-es," Miss Lilly had found my homemade ghost magnets.

"A-boo!"
"A-boo!"
"It's Happy Halloween"

She actually sang her own lilting tune,
"It's a ghost, ooo-ooo-oo.  It's a ghost, ooo-ooo-oo.  Happy Hallowee-een."

You know what day it actually was?  DECEMBER FIRST!

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Jay, only 3,  is jabbering and jabbering and engaging me in conversation as I'm making cookies.
I'm between baking batches and resting my feet while I play Candy Crush on the computer.

He jabbers some more trying to engage me further.

"Jay, you can go play.  I don't have to play."

He's a quick analyst, "But you are playing a game.  That means you ARE playing."

***

Jessica is burping her baby Jacob, he spits up all down her Sunday dress, and in a panic, from the front room, we hear her cries, "Help!'

Miss Lilly playing in the family room, kneeling in front of the couch scooting toy pigs and sheep to a pretend trough to drink, hears her, and replies, "Do somebody need help, a little bit more?"

Her mom in the other room with a bit of a chuckle in her panicked voice, "Help!"

Lilly runs by me straight to her mom, "Did somebody need "Help"?"
"Does somebody need a Super Hero?"