As I was cleaning up after dinner last night, a little voice announced from across the kitchen,

"Mommy, I love you more than popcorn... I love you more than juice."

I quickly caught onto the game and replied, "Well, I love you more than cookies."

"I love you more than ice cream."

"I love you more than butterflies."

"I love you more than swimming."

"I love you more than Tigger."

"I love you more than sunshine."

"I love you more than poopy," and with that special comment, I realized our sweet moment was over in the blink of a 3 year old attention span.

But it was beautiful while it lasted.