I Still Love You...

Caleb was sitting on my bed playing his guitar and singing to me in hopes of coaxing me out of Sunday nap time.

His song: I still love you even though you're not pretty
Me: You still love me even though I'm not pretty?
Caleb: Yeah
Me: I'm not pretty?
Caleb: You are pretty right now. That's why I love you first. But then when you're not pretty, I still love you.

Um, thanks. I think.