Cookie: “Mana, do you want me to go sit on your lap and give you some love?”
Me: “Oh, yes. I can’t resist love.”
Me: “I couldn’t take the phone to the party because I was already holding you, the umbrella, the car keys, the two plates of food, and the drinks. I only have two hands, you know.”
Cookie: “The octopus has eight hands. Maybe you could dress up like one and then you’d have more hands.”
Cookie (a minute later): “No, that wouldn’t work. The hands would fall down.”
Me: “If you don’t eat your food, you’ll grow up ugly.”
Cookie: “No, Mana! That’s feio to tell people that!”
… and that’s why I love her.