I know you love me...

Yesterday was Friday. We all went to my parents' for dinner, as we do every Friday. As usual, The Boy stayed for a sleepover. As we got ready to leave (me driving the car, because I'd come straight from work, House Man riding his motorcycle, because he'd come straight from work too), The Boy and his Gran were standing at the top of the driveway waving goodbye. The Boy's parting words to us, while jumping up and down and waving both hands, were

"Bye mum, bye dad, I know you love each other and you both love me. Bye!"