"I'll give you mine."
We roasted marshmallows on the stove top yesterday. She asked to take hers downstairs. I hadn't yet eaten mine when I heard her crying downstairs. I figured she'd stumbled because she's in a clumsy phase right now. Then I realized, "Did you drop your marshmallow?"
Such sadness.
So I told her to come up and I'd give her mine. When she got up to the kitchen with her empty fork, she said, "When you say, 'I give you mine.' dat make me deddy (very) happy."
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