This morning I came downstairs and Kirah, who was standing on the bottom step eating a pop tart, said "Mommy, I love you". I said "Oh, baby I love you too. How much do you love Mommy?" She said "Um, four." I laughed, thinking that was the cutest thing ever. Then, I started thinking and discussing with Brent. It dawned on me that on a scale of 1-10, four is not too good. Brent assured me that Kirah's scale was probably 1-4. So, to ease my mind we asked her, "Kirah, what's the highest number on your scale?" Her answer? "45."
I think Mommy has some work to do. :)
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