Little Miss loves me. A lot. And she tells me frequently. I’m still trying to figure out if this is something that she does because she’s that demonstrative, because she’s really insecure and needs to be reaffirmed all the time (ummm unlikely knowing her), or whether she just thinks it’s funny. Regardless, we had what I thought was a rather entertaining conversation yesterday.
Little Miss: Mommy, I love you.
Me: Yes, my little peanut, I know.
Little Miss: And you love me, too!
Me: I do. And how do you know that? (Here I’m expecting some four year old version of because I show her on a daily basis.)
Little Miss: Because you’ve told me like a thousand times.
Me: Oh, I think I’ve told you more often than that.
Little Miss: Ok, you’ve told me you love me a hundred times!
Me: Ummm, definitely more than a hundred times.
Little Miss: Fine. You’ve told me one hundred forty-nine times then.
Apparently I haven’t been doing such a good job teaching her to count.