Milo, in a rare burst of affection (perhaps brought on by the fact that his primary love object, Jason, is away), has me in his sights. And it is precious, indeed.
Milo: Mom, I love you more than cupcakes with sprinkles.
Me: Wow. I love YOU more than caramel.
Milo: I love you more than chocolate cake.
Me: I love you more than my books.
Milo: I love you more than hot dogs and macaroni.
Me: Wow. I love you more than the radio.
Milo: I love you more than potty words.
Me. You do love potty words. I love you more than chocolate chip cookies.
Milo: I love you more than Black Bunny.
Me: I love you more than all the books in the library.
Milo: I love you more than birthday cake.
Me: I love you more than my computer.
Milo: Really?!! I love you more than guys and toys AND Legos.
Me: Wow. You love me A LOT.
Milo: I love you a lot lot lot lot lot. Can I have another cookie?