Today while (unsuccessfully) trying to put Soren down for a nap he snuggled up to me, caressed my face and said:
"Mom, you're pretty. And soft. Like a blanket. I wish you were a blanket so I could bite you."
If you know how much he loves his blanket (and the strange obsession he has with biting it) you'll understand that this is just about the best compliment Soren could give. It almost made up for him not taking a nap.