The other night at dinner I decided to see if I could shake Mark up a little. "Hey, Lily, did you tell Daddy that you kissed Matthew?"
She nodded yes and shoved a fork in her mouth.
"Um, no you didn't!" I swear his voice had climbed a half octave.
"Oh, right. No, I didn't." She kept eating, ignoring Mark in that way five-year-olds through the ages have so perfected.
"Lily, why did you kiss Matthew?" he asked, very calmly, I might add.
She rolled her eyes, shrugged her shoulders and replied, "Because I love him."
Duh, Daddy. Because she LOVES him. Of course.
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