"Mommy, do you ever wish you were a little girl again?" a child wonders. "Sometimes, Honey," says her mother with a smile. "Well, I could pretend I was your mother and you were my little girl," says her daughter with a twinkle in her eye. "If I were your mother, I'd bring you breakfast on a silver tray. I'd build you a giant tree house. And I'd give you a bath with goldfish!" In this tender exchange, a little girl offers her own fanciful vision of what a mother might do. But soon she begins to see that the most precious things in life -- a simple kiss on the forehead, an ear to whisper in, a place in Mommy's lap -- are always ready and waiting, just when she needs them.