Last night, when I tucked Campbell into bed, he asked for a cup of chocolate milk. When I told him (for the umpteenth time) that he doesn't get chocolate milk in bed at bedtime, he said:
But I thought you loveded me.
I maintained my composure long enough to say that I loved him very much but he still wasn't getting chocolate milk. Then I went to the living room and collapsed laughing.
I have no idea where he would have heard this. My girls have never said it to me; although, they have been known to tell me that I obviously don't love them.
It's amazing how quickly little kids pick up on tricks like this. Not that it worked for Campbell.