indirectly

i'm peering in the mirror critically as i get ready for the day - he's in the bathroom too... keeping our three year old boy company as he sits on the potty. 
"Do we love mommy?" He's facing away from me - and he speaks quietly to our son...
"Yes." Gagey whispers back - gazing earnestly at Neil with his bluer than blue eyes - his little feet swinging as he sits on his tiny throne. 
"Do we think she's pretty?" he continues in his quiet voice, "'cause i think she's pretty..."
& the words he doesn't say to me - come to me...
indirectly...