Friday, March 5, 2010

Conversation at Lunch

Inara:  Mommy.  I think I love you.

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 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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