Sweetness

After we picked blueberries today, I decided to make some blueberry sauce. As it was bubbling away on the stove, Mister J came to see me in the kitchen and gave me the sweetest compliment. The conversation went something like this:

Mister J: Mom, what are you making?
Me: Blueberry sauce?
Mister J: Why?
Me: We're taking it to the picnic this evening, to put on top of the ice cream.
Mister J: Mom, you're like a bakery lady.
Me: Do you think so? Why?
Mister J: Because you bake stuff that we love.

Isn't he just the sweetest?