Before going to bed one night last week, this is the conversation between the two of us.
Me: I love you.
Aubrey: I love you too.
Me: I love you so much.
Aubrey: Do you know how much I love you?
Me: No. How much? ( I couldn't wait to hear this answer!)
After a short pause to think, Aubrey says: Super Much!
Really, Really, Really
When she has done something that she knows she shouldn't do and doesn't want to get in trouble, she looks at me and say's, "I'm really, really, really, really (sometimes I don't think she's ever going to stop saying really and the number of reallys normally is lesser/greater depending on what she has done) really, really, super sorry."
Green Eggs & Ham
She can be a picky eater when she wants to be and she always tells me she doesn't like strawberries when I offer them to her. She has even told me she didn't like a yogurt I gave her once because it had pieces of strawberries in it. Today, I was cutting strawberries for Anna and Alexandra when Aubrey came up to me and asked me if she could taste the strawberry. I gave her a small piece of strawberry and she took it, looked at it, covered her eyes with one hand and put the strawberry in her mouth with the other hand. She turned her back to me as she chewed and then once done, she turned around and announced, "I like strawberries, Mama!"
At dinner that night, I was telling Danny the story of how Aubrey ate the strawberry. She looked at me like I was crazy and said, "just like Sam I am."
