I was sitting on the floor, helping Andie pull herself to a stand, when Sam came hopping over like a frog.
Sam: Mommy Frog! Miss you!
Me: (Hugging him close). Mmmm. I miss you, too, Baby Frog.
Inner monologue: I'm sorry I've had to work so much. I'm sorry your daddy isn't here. I'm sorry I'm not at home more. I know you are missing me. I hope this isn't scarring you for life. I don't know what more to say to a two year old about all of this transition. Be brave? Hang in there? Missing each other is--
Sam: (hopping away) Want some flies? Yum!
Occasionally, I make too big a deal out of things.