It's like dating

Rachel has started to ask me questions on our car rides about what I like. A sampling from the other day:

"You like cold water?
"Yes, Rachel, I LOVE cold water."
"You like milk?"
"Yes, Rachel, I like milk."
"You like medicine?"
"Yes, Rachel, I like medicine."
"You like...soup?"
"Yes, Rachel, I like soup."
"You like...dessert?"
"Yes, Rachel, I LOVE dessert!"

A sampling from this morning as we headed to a playdate at Washington Park:

"You like my purple fleece?"
"Yes, Rachel, I LOVE your purple fleece."

"You like your green fleece?"
"Yes, Rachel, I like my green fleece." (we wore them to my friend Susan's house for dinner last night)

"You like your raincoat?"
"Yes, Rachel, I like my raincoat."

"Do you like daycare?"
"I like daycare, Rachel, as long as you're happy there."
"Not me. For you?"
"Sure, Rachel, as long as you're happy," I repeated.

Pause.

"I too old for daycare," she said.