Today, Daphne was vehemently asking me to make her a piece of toast with jam on it for breakfast.
She was using the style of asking where she turns her palms up and talks loudly like she is an Italian.
Jared asked her if she grew up in Italy, and I pointed out that she had, in fact, been in Italy for 6 weeks while I was pregnant with her.
I then asked her if she wanted to go live in Italy for a while, to which she answered, "Yes."
I told her that she would need to tell her daddy that she wants to go live in Italy. She turned to him and point-blank said, "Daddy, ITALY"
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