Love You, More, Bunches, Most

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: Bunches.

Me: Most.

E: You say it.

Me: I love you.

E: More.

Me: Bunches.

E: Most.

Sigh...I love this little dude of mine to pieces...grainy self portraits and all.