I was driving to get food with Violet. She was holding and talking with her Monkey. For a while she talked with Monkey and I couldn't make out what she was saying. Suddenly she broke into a huge chorus of giggles and said, "You are my best friend."
It was sweet. She said it over and over again. "You are my best friend." "You are my best friend." More giggles. "You are my best friend!"
After a dozen or so times, I asked her, "Are you saying that to Monkey or is he saying that to you?"
"Monkey's saying that to me," she said.
More giggles. And another huge pile of "You are my best friend" repetitions.
"Now I say it to Monkey, 'You are my best friend.'" She made the hug noise, the happy squeak that she makes when she gives a good hug.
I realized that I had been smiling for the last few miles. There is something so completely heartwarming about having your two and a half year old declare her friendship unabashedly to her stuffed Monkey.
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