Last night when I put Mary to bed, our conversation went like this:
Me: Mama loves Mary, did you know that?
(all her “loves” come out as “wuvs”)
Mary: Yeah. And daddy loves Mary. And Care Bear loves Mary. And Mary loves Uncle Eli. Mary loves Matt. Mary loves color. Mary loves paper. Mary loves Grandma. Mary loves Papa.
And then we sing the ABCs and she seriously almost kills me with cuteness.