"Do you need an angel, Mama?"
I'm not sure, baby. Do I look like I need an angel?
She nods. "You look tired." She tilts her head: "What?" and listens. She turns back to me.
"The angels say you need a nap.
Do they. Well, I guess I should have one, then.
Later, as I kiss Garrett goodnight, "Don't stay up too late watching teevee, Mama. You have a big day tomorrow."
Angels all over my house.