Big Girl is very competitive. Nearly everything is a contest to her. This includes how much we love each other. It's not uncommon to be told that she loves someone more than that someone loves her. (God is the obvious exception.)
This morning, Hubby hugged her goodbye before he left for work and said to her, "I love you, Big Girl."
"I love you more, Daddy."
"I love you more," he replied, "because I'm bigger."
Big Girl answered, "No, I love you more because I'm smaller so I hold more love."
"How," asked Hubby, "do you hold more if you're smaller?"
"I have suitcases."