Momservation: If everyone expressed their love like kids and dogs the world would be a better place.

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Logan, 10, and the girl who is the "air in my soccer ball"

My son, Logan, is ten years old and every inch of him - as evidenced by his dirt-stained calloused hands - is all boy.

He loves soccer, dirt-bike riding, playing outside, always wearing his favorite 49er jersey even if it’s filthy, and jumping off things like a Ninja with his best friend Brodie.

Don’t let the Mohawk fool you though, he’s as sweet and sensitive as a chick-flick.

He loves his mommy like nobody’s business, his teachers adore him for his kindness, he’ll tell his sister she looks nice if she really does, and he’s never in short supply of giggling girls who think he’s the sweetest thing.

He, however, in true boy fashion thinks girls – in the sense of object of affection - are pretty much icky. He has no clue that all these girls would melt on the spot and their hearts would be forever his if their BFF relayed this message to them from him:

“She is the air in my soccer ball.”

If you are unversed in the lingo of ten year-old boy this, my friends, is the highest declaration of love that can ever be uttered.

And if you were a ten year-old girl who just heard this from Logan, you would know he truly, madly, deeply loves you.

But fear not young lassies, he has not finally singled one of you out from amongst the others.

Though I did overhear this declaration of love while he had a young lassie wrapped firmly in his embrace, his face snuggled next to hers with kisses being showered on her ear, there is no need to despair of his love for Darby.

Unless you fear you can’t compete with a puppy.

Actually, in ten year-old boy time frame, you can’t. Hang tight until he’s a teenager.