If I count the ways I love you,

There would be ten.

That’s how many fingers I have.

I’m a toddler.

I love you cause you’re my mommy.

I love your shoes (I’m looking right at them).

I love goldfish crackers.

I love your hair (I pull on it).

Can I have a snack?

I love you.

I love ice cream (Can you give me some?)

I love your shirt.

I love your shoes (yes, again).

That’s it. Yes, it’s only eight—I can’t count good.

Can I have ice cream now? No? How about goldfish crackers?