After dinner we were in the living room and Monkey was brushing my hair (I know I'm addicted) and he says, "Mom you are my favorite person in the whole world...boy or girl. Because you are prefect. You're not fat or skinny. I love you."
Well I'm glad he doesn't think I'm fat! I'm happy he *thinks* I'm prefect. But above all else I'm just glad he loves me, because I'm really not prefect.