At night Pip and I often tell each other how much we love one another, but comparisons to other things. Pip might love me more than the moom, or more than chicken nuggets, or even more than ice cream. But he never loves me more than Harry, Grandpa and Grammie Balas's dog. Tonight was no exception. This is what he said ...
"I love you more than Aislinn's house. And I love you more than Harry. ... well, I do love Harry more than you, but I love you a lot."
Ouch.
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