Mommy, I love you!

 

I love you too. I’m so glad you are my daughter.

 

Because you chose me?

 

Um… yes?

 

And I chose you.

 

Um…

 

I was at another neighbors place and you came and got me from there!

 

(this is starting to sound like an adoption story)

You remember how The Wictor was in my tummy, you were in my tummy just like that.

 

I was in your tummy?

 

Yeah.

 

Yeah… I was in your tummy… (Thinks. Wails) …and you spit me out!

 

No, I …

 

Because you didn’t like me! You spit me out!