Today, the saddest thing is how well my toddler follow quarantine. As I put on her shoes to take her outside, she says, “Slide broken. Swings broken. Outside broken. It’s okay.” When people come near, she hides behind me. “It’s okay,” she whispers. “It’s okay.” She doesn’t ask to go on the swings. She admires the dogs from afar. “Sit,” she tells them. “That’s a good boy.” When we go inside, she counts to 20 as we wash her hands. “Keep safe,” she says.