When I stop and listen

This is what I might hear:

Strain, moan

Strain, moan
Followed shortly with a very loud cry/yell of frustration.

Mommy, mommy

Too much!

After being assured a few times that they wouldn't kill anyone, and after having tried them out outside;
The water guns from John are the favorite things from my birthday.

Do you like water guns too, Mommy?

I bring Daniel to bed after she's been tucked in to hear some whispering voice saying
Mommy

What is under dirt, Mommy?

And if I don't stop and listen,
Those are, I suppose,
The same things that I will miss.