Sophia, yesterday you gave me my first kiss. You leaned your head in and gave me a big, open-mouthed slobbery one. I loved it. When I asked for another one, you did it again. Now, it's a fun game and I don't want it to end. You melt my heart, little one.
Ella (in the backseat): Mommy, I want you to have another baby.
Mommy: We have a baby, silly. We have Sophia.
Ella: No, Mommy. She isn't a little baby. She's too big for me now.
Mommy: (on the floor playing with Ella): Ella, can you be my baby again?
Ella: Yes, mommy.
Mommy: How many more days will you be my baby?
Ella: Three more.
Thank you, Ella.