Before going to sleep tonight, Chiara was processing her thoughts.

Oma, Apa is 100 cute. You’re 102 cute. And Jemma and I are 300 and cute. Jemma is the cutest in the whole family.

OK, Sweetie.

Oma, how much in hundred do you love me? 100?

More.

102?

More

300?

I love you so much no one can count that high. Just count and count and count and count and never stop. Time to go to sleep.

I love you.

Waiting for the Guemes Island Ferry, September 2009