Riley: Mum, you are the bestest, wonderfulest, mum in the wholest wildest world!
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{Lying in bed, having a cuddle with Keira}
Me, stroking her face: You’re pretty.
Keira, stroking mine: You’re furry.
Me: No, I said pretty, not furry.
Keira: I know what you said, but you’re furry.
Me: ….?
Keira, pointing: Here, here, and here you’ve got hair on your face.
Me: Okay, I think you can stop now.
Keira, pointing: Oh, and here.
Me: Thank you, dear.