buttering me up

my boy: Hey, Mama! Know what part of my family is the best?

me: What?

my boy: You!



How sweet, right?

OR

Is he just buttering me up so I'll buy him everything he wants for his birthday?


Like

this and this and every single Star Wars Lego set under the sun.


I'll choose the former mixed with a tiny bit of the latter.

{because everybody knows I am the best part of this family}