endearments

I liberally sprinkle endearments on my children - honey, sweetpea, lovie, cutie-pie, pumpkin - and lately they have been returning the favor.  Sebastian has started saying "Don't cry, my sweet potato," when I get frustrated or upset.  (It's a line from a book we have about Oliver and Amanda, pig siblings.)  And Liesl will say, "I'm coming, honey!" when I call for her. It's so adorable, and cracks me up.