How very sweet

So, last night I'm lying in bed, reading some stuff for work, and my daughter comes running up to me.

''Daddy -- do you love me?''

''Of course I love you, honey. I love you very much.''

''Daddy, do you love me?'' she says again.

''Of course I love you,'' I say.


Turns out she's asking if I love **meat**: we're apparently having ground beef for dinner.

It's those pesky trailing consonants...


--GG