Flattery will get you nowhere

This morning as he was getting dressed, Ben was checking out my belly.  He squinted his eyes, pursed his lips, and then said the following:

B: Mom?  Your belly is like a yo-yo.  You know, it's round and it's gone WAAAAAYYYY out, but it'll go back again.

H: Gee, thanks.  I think. 

B: (looks a little closer) Actually, Mom?  I think it's more like a boomerang because it's going to take a LONG, LONG time to come back.