Favourite things

Sometimes when we're laying there at night waiting for you to drift off into dreamland, I'll ask you what your favourite thing that day was. Today you said, "playing with Nana." When I broke the news to you that even though Nana is staying at our house while she recovers from her surgery, she won't be able to babysit you and that you'll still have to go to Amy's house tomorrow. To which you asked, "But who will keep Nana safe?"