Wow. So my son has to love me. Groovy. And after he's done telling me that he loves me 3 times, what am I supposed to do with my day? Sit on the couch? Eat chocolates? Do the umpteenth load of laundry? Twiddle my thumbs?

You know what. He can say he loves me three times and then I'll go to work and feel good about myself AND be busy and productive.