In some parts of the world, love means strangling tigers

In the car:

"Cole, do you love me?"

"Yeah, I love you like I want to PUNCH you!"

"No, I love you like I want to hug and kiss you."

Silence. Then:

"Joyce, do you know that if you were in San Francisco and a tiger came after you, I would strangle him for you."

"Oh my. My. That is very...sweet. I think."

Now I'm sitting listening to Violet talk to her toys.

"Go up there. Not in the swimming pool tonight. It's just pink. It says pink...peek a boo! Peeeeek a boo! Time to get out. OK, OK, no baby. Baby, baby, go on the swimming pool tonight--" (Violet was very impressed that I let her swim in the hotel swimming pool at Daytona well after dark). "Poozy, it's poozy upside down! You come with me. One, two, three, jump! One two, free, whooo! It cold. Whooooooo! Here come me!" She is clearly acting out pool fantasies. She got a lot out of swimming in Daytona; she also got fixated on the motorboat game. Of late, she wants me to play Motorboat Motorboat with her, and she revolves around in a circle saying "Motorboat motorboat, upside down. Motorboat motorboat step on gas!" and then I pick her up and whirl her around.