Whenever Ryan is bored or can tell that I'm frustrated by his behavior, he always says, "Mom, do you love me?" And of course I reply, "Yes, Ryan, I love you." "No matter what?" He says. "Yes, Ryan, no matter what." So when Sara was jumping on the sofa and I gave her "the look" I shouldn't have been surprised when she tilted her head down and looked at me and said, "Mommy love me?"
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