I've trained her well

Last week, my daughter was in a bit of a mood when I came home.  She didn't have her nap and she was being a bit of a pill.  Coming into the house, I briefly considered leaving again, but had been spotted so came in.  My ever patient and loving wife asked Kiki what it was she did want to do, since she had emphatically turned down all proffered activities, food, and drinks.  

She responded with "I want to eat pasta. And watch cycling.  With Dada."

I don't think I could love anyone more than I loved her at that moment.