She likes yours, too

Chances are, if you spend any time with Lily lately, she's going to tell you this:

 

It's usually more sincere, but with a hint of Eddie Haskell about it.

Sitting down to dinner: "I like your shirt!"

When I wake her up in the morning: "I like your shirt...brown is my favorite color!"

When talking to Mel (on the phone, 2800 miles away): "Hi, Dad. How are you? I went to dance class and played outside. I have to go...I'm watching My Little Pony. Bye! Oh, wait...I like your shirt!"

Last week, five minutes after Mel put her to bed:

    "Mom! Mooooooom! I need to tell you something!"
    "Whaaaaaaat?"
    "Come closah."
    "This better be good, Lily."
    "Closah...it's a secret."
    "[grumble, grumble] WHAT?"
    "I like your shirt."