Sammy: I love you.
Me: I love you more.
Sammy: I love you most.
Me: I love you most plus one.
That startled her into silent awe and big, happy eyes for a moment before she grasped the concept and continued.
Sammy: I love you most plus ten.
Me: I love you most plus 100.
Sammy, halting: I love you most plus 10 million!
Me: I love you most plus infinity!
Short pause to explain infinity. Again, she was awed, then bested me easily.
Sammy: I love you more than I love my money.
Me: Awww! I love you more than my money too.
Sweet, snuggly silence before she clarified.
Sammy: I said that because I don't really get to use my money, so it doesn't mean a lot to me.
Then she snuggled in tight and giggled to let me know she really meant that as the utmost profession of love.
Little Stinker!
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Two hours later, again Sammy and I were snuggled closely on the couch playing Mahjong together. We were playing some hard levels and losing, then finally caught an easy game.
Sammy: I love you more than that Mahjong game.
Me: Which one, the hard or easy one?
Sammy: Umm....I loved the easy one a little bit more than the hard one. And I love you a little bit more than the easy game.
She held up her fingers to show me the less than 1-centimeter gap and repeated, I love you a little, little bit more.
Then, once more, she giggled and snuggled in close so I understood that was high praise....I think.
😂 Oh my dear Cordelia, certainly you lack "that glib and oily art, To speak and purpose not"!
