Kyle, my little ladies man

Ok, so I'm sitting here at my computer, and Kyle comes up to me and says, "mom, do you know how pretty you are?" I said, "How? " Then he says, "you are 120 infedium percent pretty" (I think he meant infinity) Then he says, " you are 150 infedium percent pretty, and as pretty as a dirty diaper!" I said, "What?!" he says, "Just kidding, I just said that to be funny"

He really is such a sweet cute kid. He tells me at least 3-4 times a day how pretty he thinks I am. What more could a mom ask for?