As I was working on the Internet, I eavesdropped a woman and her daughter having a conversation beside me. The girl was about 3 or 4 years old.
"You're a good girl," her mother said.
"Do you love me when I'm good?"
"Yes, but I love you no matter what," her mother said.
"Because it's my job to love you, sweetheart."
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