We've been trying to get Brody to say "I love you" to us, but so far, he won't, unless we prompt him. He will say it, and he does it in this little sing songy voice. It melts my whole heart when he does, even if I know we had to prompt him to say it.
The day of Brody's surgery as we were driving to the hospital, we drove through a neighborhood that had many fall decorations on porches: pumpkins, scarecrows, corn, etc.
I hear him say from the backseat, as we drive by another porch of pumpkins, in that sing songy voice, "I love you punkin."