Last night as she was putting on her pajamas and I was feeding Sophie, Phoebe came to my room with a question.
Phoebe: Do you still love me even when I'm angry?
Me: Phoebe, I always love you. I may not always like what you do, but I ALWAYS love you.
Phoebe: (smiling) Oh.
Me: Do you love me even when I'm angry?
Phoebe: (still smiling) No, I only love you when you're nice.
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