Early this morning, Chloe came into my room and instead of asking the usual, "Where's Daddy?", she hopped into bed and snuggled with me. Here's how our morning's first conversation went:
Chloe: I love you.
Me: I love you more than chocolate!
Chloe: I love you more than chocolate and mango!
Me: I love you more than chocolate, mango and rice!
Chloe: I love you more than chocolate, mango, rice and green beans!
Me: I love you more than chocolate, mango, rice, green beans and adobo!
Chloe: Ooo, I love adobo!
Chloe and Dylan love adobo. Whenever we visit my parents, we're always sent home with some plastic containers of this yummy pork goodness ready for the freezer and to be enjoyed as a quick dinner after a long day of work in DC. A couple of weeks ago, Dan got out a plastic container and the kids started chanting, "we want adobo, we want adobo". They were slightly disappointed to find that it was afritada. They love afritada and other filipino dishes, but not as much as adobo, after all, my Dad does make the best adobo. This evening, before Chloe went to bed, she said, "Momma, I love you more than adobo."
