Mama, do you love me?
Yes I do, Dear One.
I love you more than the raven loves his treasure, more than the dog loves his tail, more than the whale loves his spout.
What if I turned into a polar bear, and I was the meanest bear you ever saw and I had sharp, shiny teeth, and I chased you into your tent and you cried?
Then I would be very surprised and very scared. But still, inside the bear, you would be you, and I would love you.