Conversations with Ben

Driving home just after twilight,
Ben: "Look, Mom, the moon is following us!"
Me: "Wow, you're right. It does look like it is going with us while the trees and houses stay where they are!"
Ben: "He wants to come with us. He loves us!"
Me: "You think the moon loves us?"
Ben: "Yes, he do."

Driving home from Wee Creekers,
Ben: "I love you too, Mom." (he often starts with 'I love you too')
Me: "And I love you, Ben. I love you so, so, so much."
Ben: "And I love picking [can't understand]"
Me: "What? You love picking?"
Ben: "Yes, I love picking boogers."
Ewww! What is he, a 3-year-old boy??!