T was sitting in my lap the other day and we were chatting about all sorts of things. I said something that made him smile and I told him that he had a really nice smile:
Me: T, you have such a nice smile. You have beautiful white teeth that are all lined up in a perfectly straight line. It makes for such a beautiful smile.
T: Ahh, mom. Thanks.
Then T smiled up at me and started studying my teeth. He looked into my eyes, and said
T: Yours are nice too. I like the color green.