As she's eating the lentil soup, "mmm! Thank you for dinner Mommy. Thank you for yummy dinner." (With a smile that melts me.)
Last night Eric was carrying her as we walked back to the car. She told him, "Dada, when you are a little girl, and I'm bigger, I will carry you."
"And I will make dough and you will get to eat it," she continued. "I will make dough and put it in the oven, and you will have to wait until it's ready. But then you can eat it!"
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Melt, melt, melt.
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