(I looked back through my draft posts and saw this little gem back in July, hence the title even though Madeline is much closer to 5 than 4 now. I don't know why I didn't publish it; I think it has to be shared.)
Me: "What do you want for breakfast?"
Me: "What do you want for breakfast?"
Madeline: "Toast, pie and pickles."
Me: "No. That's not a good breakfast. What do you want?"
Madeline: "OK. Pie and pickles."
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Pregnancy sympathy cravings? I love her.
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