Robert was having a rough night. His tummy hurt, his legs hurt, and his back hurt. So we were sitting in the rocking chair singing Jingle Bells (the only song he will allow you to sing to him) when he tried to tell me something. After a few attempts at translating I told him I didn't understand.
He sighed and said to me, "you don't know anything!"
Then after the briefest pause he quietly said, "you know you love me"
I do love that little man.