All three of these conversations took place in the same evening. I laughed that night. A lot.
Ali: Fank you!
Me: You're welcome!
Ali: Fank you!
Me: You're welcome!
Ali: FANK YOU!
Me: You're welcome!!
Ali: No, I said FANK you.
Me: Oh. What am I supposed to say to that?
Ali: You're not supposed to say anything because that's not a real word.
(If only Sammy could have chimed in with an "oh, snap!" in the background.)
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(Upon giving Ali a small piece of chocolate cake for dessert:)
Ali: Mmmmm! This chocolate cake tastes like treasure!!
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We were playing a game where I made a toy fly across the room, and Ali and Sam took turns chasing it down and bringing it back to me.
Me: Good job, Ali! Now it's Sam's turn.
Ali (looking at Sam): Sammy, now that's a promise you'll KEEP!
Ali is 3 years and 1 month old and cracks me up daily.
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