Me: Inara. I think I love you too.
Inara: No, Mommy (in a very serious tone). I think I'm IN LOVE with you.
Me: Oh. Well. Is that...a good thing or a bad thing (you can never be too sure with Inara, so I always like to clarify)?
Inara: I think...it could be a good thing.
Me: That's a relief! So...what does "in love" mean to you, honey?
Inara: Oh, I know. Being in love with you is like love. But being IN it.
Me: Of course it is. And what does that feel like?
Inara: Mommy! You know! It feels like this: looooooooooove. And then we make up.
Me: Make up? Like we make up after an argument?
Inara: No, Mommy. We make up like this. Reaches over to put her arms around my neck, buries her face in my neck and gives me a raspberry. Bffffllllpppptttttttt!!!
Me: Laughing... I think you mean "making out" - and yes, that's the way to make out. Don't let anyone ever tell you differently. And I think you can ONLY make up with me, okay?
Inara: Of COURSE I can only make up with you! That's because I'm IN LOOOOOOOVE.
Have a great weekend, peeps. See you on the flip side.
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