By far his more endearing statement is "pretty". He uses it often to describe me and/or my clothing. When I braid my hair I'm guaranteed an approving smile, pat (on the braid) and declaration of "pretty" from my youngest admirer. Makes me want to braid my hair every day!
Then this afternoon while we were playing in the sandbox Levi handed me a dead leaf and happily described it as "PRETTY". So much for making a mama feel good about herself.
Speaking of braids I've been teaching myself how to French braid the girls' hair. It's far from perfect. But I'd say it's presentable.