Mommy: What’s wrong?
Timothy: I wanted to ask him a question.
(the insurance adjuster who was inspecting our roof had just left)
Mommy: What did you want to ask him?
Timothy: I love him.
Mommy: What? You don’t even know him.
Timothy: I do know him.
Mommy: What’s his name?
Timothy: I don’t know.
Mommy: You love someone you don’t even know?
Timothy: What’s his name?
Timothy: I know him. I love him.
Somehow that makes me feel a little less warm and fuzzy inside when he says it too me, now.