Conversations with my mother: Maybe we can dance my way

Tessa: Hi Rosie Posie
Rosie: Hiiii
Tessa: How are you doing?
Rosie: Not too bad. Tired all the time.
Tessa: Maybe it’s the medication.
Rosie: Maybe. I’m looking forward to you coming. Everybody is.
Tessa: Me too. I’m excited to see you.
Rosie: I have a skinny sprout head. I look like a bird.
Tessa: No you don’t.
Rosie: Yes, I do.
Tessa: Stop looking in the mirror then.
Rosie: No. (giggles)
Tessa Anyways,
Rosie: My legs are like string beans.
Tessa: How’s that different?
Rosie: Well they’re more stringy.
Tessa: You have nice legs.
Rosie: It’ll be harder to dance now.
Tessa: Don’t worry about the dancing. We can wave our arms in the air.
Rosie: I can probably manage one leg too. Two arms and one leg. Wowwweeee. We’ll watch soccer together. You know the Dutch are very good at soccer.
Tessa: I can’t wait.
Rosie: Me too.
Tessa: I love you.
Rosie: Me too. I love you too. I’m not dead yet you know.
Tessa: I know.