So the little girl clearly told me to take care of her slime this morning but I forgot it in the car. To avoid her disappointment, I asked her daddy to pretend he purposely took it with him because he was missing the little girl. Then this:

Dana:I’m sad. I want my toy (slime) back.

Me:That’s fine. Daddy is happy.

Dana:Why?

Me:…because he has a piece of you with him at work. Don’t you like that?

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Dana:Mommy, please give me chips.

Me:What chips? We don’t have one.

Dana:We have. The ring, Cheese Ring.

Me:Oh, that belongs to Daddy.

Dana:That’s fine. I want to have a piece of Daddy in my mouth. It will pass through my heart before it gets to my tummy. So, I have a piece of Daddy in my heart!