Close, but not perfect

My morning conversation with Boybat on the way to school.

Boybat: Do you love me?

Me: I love you to the sun and back. 

Boybat: Mom you'll burn up before you even get to the sun.

Me: OK, I love you to the moon and back.

Boybat: There's no air on the moon.

Me: I love you from here to school and back?

Boybat: Close, but not perfect.

Me: Alright then, what would be perfect?

Boybat: From here to Africa and back.

No stitching today, I was out enjoying the sun and how the neighborhood comes alive when the weather turns good.