Pieces of Me

My Daughter:  I love you with all my arm.

Me: Do you mean with all your heart?

My Daughter:  No. My arm. It’s my arm that loves you. That’s what you get.

Me: ….

How can you argue with that?  She’s 3, and when a 3 year old offers you Arm Love, you take it!

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