(I trust that the husband wasn't lying when he told me this. Even if he was, I don't care.)
Raisin: I love Mama, Papa.
Papa: Oh yeah, what do you love about her?
Raisin: I love to kiss her. When we get home, I'm going to give her a big kiss.
Now, I have to go get a tissue. Sniff.
I have the best little boy ever. EVER.
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