Love, food for the heart

In a rush to pick up items for a picnic, we forgot olives. You can't have a bread-olives-cheese-wine picnic without olives. It just isn't the same. We didn't realize until we were halfway home, though, and didn't want to run back to the store. In the interest of time and dearth of parking, I dropped off my husband at the closest deli to run in. While circling, my five-and-three-quarters-year-old son and I had this conversation: 

Him: I want daddy!! I want daddy!!

Me: What?? What do you mean? He'll be back... he just has to get olives. Don't you want olives?

Him: Yes, but I want Daddy more than I want olives.

Me: Aww... now that's love!! You love Daddy more than olives.

Him: Oh yeah, I love Daddy more than olives. But I do love olives.

Me: Do you know what? I love you more than ice cream.

Him: Wooo!!...... I love you more than, more than, more than chocolate cake with sprinkles and banana frosting!!

Me: WOW! I love you more than cheese! 

Him: (suddenly matter-of-fact) Yeah, I can see that. And I know how you love cheese.