If you give a boy what he wants, he'll tell you what you want to hear.
I was vacuuming downstairs so I let Lucas watch Thomas and eat some Cheerios (dry) on the couch. While I was slaving away in the kitchen he walked around the couch and screamed, "I luck you, Mama. I luck you, Mama." He loves me! He really does. (I did check with him and make sure that luck really does mean love). What a sweet boy.