Eighty One Hundred

Juliette, complaining: "Mommy, it has been eighty one hundred days since you let me have a treat."

Juliette, educating: "There used to be 80100 whales. Then there were three. Now there are only..." (she holds up two fingers).
Me: "Really? That isn't very many. What can we do to help save the whales?"
Juliette: "Give them more food."

And my personal favorite...
Juliette, proclaiming: "I love you so much, my love is eighty one hundred times to the moon!"