Love her.

As I am enjoying my occasional root beer soda...

Ariella: Mom! You shouldn't be drinking that! Babies can't be drinking pop!

Me: You're right honey. Should I drink some water instead?"

Ariella: Yeah.

Me: Could you get me some?

Ariella: Yeah.

After she brings me a glass...

Ariella: Once my baby _______ comes out, then you can drink pop.

Ok, honey :)

.....And, of course, as I'm writing this nice sweet thing about her, she sneaks into the freezer to try to get some frozen cherries which I told her not to eat, and the container of milled flour crashes on the floor, breaking...and flour is everywhere!! Guess I'm off to clean up a rather large mess....