My posts are heavy on the words lately, but this one I can't resist. We're all walking into the Y for swim lessons today. Hannah is in her stroller, A is holding my hand.
A: Why can't we leave Hannah here? (In the parking lot.)
Me: Because she's your sister and we love her.
A: I love Hannah. (Pause.) When she's on the floor and I bonk her, even I still love her then.
Good to know, A. Good to know.