Grace and I had quite the clash this afternoon, so when I was kissing her goodnight I reminded her how even though we sometimes get angry with each other, we still love each other.
Grace: Mommy, you will always love me. You love me one hundred.
Me: Yes, I love you one hundred.
Grace: I love you one hundred too, Mommy.
Don't know what it means, but I'm guessing it's pretty good.
1 comment:
She might have heard it down here. 100, as in 100%.
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