Love at Four
I love you.
Sometimes I hate you. But I love you at the same time that I hate you.
I love everybody in my family the same amount. It's this much. It goes into the sky. Into outer space.
I have a lot of loves because I have a lot of hearts. They're in my body. But not in my tummy. They're in my head.
I'm licking you so my kisses stick better.
My love goes all the way up to heaven.
Mom, when you get downstairs, look up how high heaven is. Then tell me. But first I want you to look up pictures of alligator catcher trucks