Sleepy Kavi: You're my favorite mommy.
Me: Why, baby? [apparently, I am mean that way, and unable to just take a compliment when one is offered]
Kavi: Because you're so nice. And I like your clothes.
Kavi has been throwing…
Kavi has been throwing up for the last twenty-four hours and I got no sleep last night and am a wreck today, but let us not speak of that. Instead, some dialogue from three nights ago: