Max: "Mommy! Brooklyn's cheeks are red! You have to give her my rubber truck to chew on!"
Me: "Because she's teething Max?"
Max: "Yes, because she's teething"
Max (hugging Brooklyn): "Oh Brooklyn, my sweety pie"
Me: "Yes, Brooklyn is my little love"
Max: "But I'm your love!"
Me: "We're all loves"
Max: "Yes, all loves"
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