Tonight, just before Reese fell asleep, we were snuggled in bed telling stories.
All of a sudden, she interrupts my rendetion of The Three Little Pigs with,
"Mom .. I love chocolate cake."
"I love it .. it's my favorite .. and Mom...... you're my favorite girl."
Just as I was about to melt into an immense pool of sentimentality, she added the pièce de résistance ...
"Mommy ...... you're my chocolate cake."
I'm guessing that one will keep her out of trouble for at least four days. I'm also guessing that she'll catch on soon enough and milk it for all it's worth. We're doomed.