I frown, "How many times do I have to tell you not to jump on the bed?"                                                                       She grins, "How many times do I have to tell you to jump with me?"

I give The Look, "How many times do I have to ask you to chew with your mouth closed?"                                       She licks her lips, "How many times do I have to tell you I can't make my mouth stay closed when the food is delicious?"

I sigh, "How many times do I have to remind you not to drum on the table?"                                                              She shrugs, "How many times do I have to remind you Daddy says I'm "an Erin girl for rhythm"?

I yawn, "How many times are you going to go to the bathroom before you settle down in bed?"                         She wraps her arms around my neck and says, "How many times can I kiss your face before the sun comes up tomorrow?"

She's my kryptonite.

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