Me: "What's wrong? Why are you crying?"
Maggie: "Molly. Towel!"
Me: (using a towel to dry her hand and face) "Here's a towel. Do you want to get out?"
Maggie: "Get out... Crying."
Me: "Why are you crying?"
Me: "Why are you sad?" (remembering the beginning of the conversation) "Oh! You want your Molly doll!"
Me: "Here, let's get out. Let's dry off. We can find your Molly doll."
Maggie: "Towel. Dry off."
Me: "Let's find Molly. I think she's in my room."
Two minutes later we'd found where she had hidden her two Molly Mermaid dolls and a small Fischer-Price doll that she calls "Maggie" and like that the tears turned into smiles and she was ready to get ready for school (therapy)... which she began calling "Mermaid School" this weekend, during the fifty times that she asked me to take her (that would be very close to a literal fifty times... if we didn't exceed fifty, which is a very real possibility).