Last night as I laid down with Cole he patted me and in a whisper talk, we had this conversation:
Cole: Mom, you're beautiful.
Me: Thanks Cole, I think you're handsome.
Cole: Do you love me even we I don't be nice to you?
Me: Yes, I love you all the time.
Cole: I love you all the time too, even when you're not my best friend.
(when he's mad at me he yells, "Fine, I'm not you're best friend anymore!")