We like the pig.

Merryn and I read a book called "Olivia," about a little girl pig who dances, tries on clothes, and builds sand castles. At the end, Olivia's mom is putting her to bed, and the mom says, "you know, you really wear me out, but I love you anyway." Olivia says, "I love you anyway too."

So last night, I was saying goodnight to her, and I said, "I love you, Merryn." She said, "I love you, too." Then, as I was closing the door, I hear, "We like the pig." I say, "the pig? What pig?" She goes, "Olivia pig." I go, "What? Why?" "Because we sayin' 'I love you' and 'I love you too!'"