E: You are my mommy. Daddy's my dad. And M is my sister.
Me: You are my daughter. M is my daughter, and daddy is my husband.
E: Yeah. One day, she's (pointing to M) gonna grow up and have a husband. And me, too. And we'll all dance in a castle. And I'll be Cinderella. I'll wear a white dress. I think M will wear a green dress. I think she'll be Tinkerbell. And you'll dance with Daddy, and then I'll dance with him....
And the conversation goes on and on, but I wasn't quick enough to write the rest of it down, and my memory stinks.
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