I told Molly the other day "Molly, you're my favorite." When she looked at me and said "No." I asked if she knew what meant. I told her favorite means like the best.
She said, "Mommy, you're my favorite."
I then asked, "Is daddy you're favorite?"
"No"
"Oh, but we're daddy's favorite girls."
*gasp* "Really?? We're WINNERS!"
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