"You know, Mommy," says Mr. Pants, happily buckling himself in for a trip to the grocery store, just him and me, "I was thinking about you the most at Christmas."
"Oh, thanks honey, I love you, too."
"Yeah, 'cause I really like you. I've liked you for, like, a lot of years."
"I've liked you for, like, a lot of years, too, sweetheart."