Every night that E isn't with me, he calls me when he is going to bed. We talk about his day at school and he asks me what I did at work (which is almost always the same thing). Our conversation always ends with...
E: Ok, I love you.
Me: I love you more.
E: You say it.
Me: I love you.
Sigh...I love this little dude of mine to pieces...grainy self portraits and all.