Irresistible one- (and two-) liners

"I have two sisters and two babies!" Rachel announced on the way in to daycare this morning.
"Really, Rachel?" I asked. "What are their names?"
"Feldor and Delly," she said. "They're very cute."

Folks, don't even ask.

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When we got to daycare Rachel said, "Mommy, it's not raining! That's because your coat is all dry!"

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On the way home we made a quick run for milk, cheddar bunnies and some ingredients I need to make dessert for the folks who are coming over this weekend. As we headed to the grocery store in Salem, she said, "Sing Shabbat songs! 'Cuz I'm hungry for Shabbat songs!"
My heart melted, of course.

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When we got home I went straight into the bedroom to change into my knockaround "home clothes" -- a pair of jeans so comfy that they have gotten loose on me; a long-sleeve t-shirt from Ann Arbor and a blue Patagonia pullover that Rachel refers to as my fleece. It has served as a big blanket for her from the time she was a baby, so she always asks me to wear it, especially to work. Which I can't because it is way beyond the point of being able to be seen in publicly.

Today, though, I wore a black turtleneck and a soft black cardigan from L.L. Bean to work. As I was taking my clothes off and putting them away, I asked her if she liked my black sweater.
"I like this better than your fleece," she said. "It's kinda cute."
Then she pointed to a bunch of turtlenecks in my drawer and said, "I bought you all those clothes." (She said the same thing the other day when I wore the pink raincoat she loves so much. "I like your raincoat," she said. "I bought you that.").

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We got home late, and Rachel wanted spaghetti right away. She didn't much like having to wait for it to cook.
"Quickly, spaghetti! Hurry, spaghetti!" she said. "I gotta eat you!"

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The last bit of conversation we had before I put her down to sleep (too late, as usual on a Friday night):
"It's cloudy outside!" Rachel said.
"Think it'll be cloudy tomorrow?" I asked.
"Yeah," she answered.
"Actually, it's supposed to rain the whole weekend," I said.
"Rachel and Mommy don't like rain," she said. "Daddy like rain?"
"Yes," I said. "Daddy's crazy."
"Crazy Daddy!" Rachel agreed.
I wished her a Good Shabbas and told her to sleep tight, then was about to open the door when I heard her say something indistiguishable from her crib. I walked back and peered over the railing.
"What did you say?" I asked.
"I'll miss you!" she said.