"Sometimes, I Don't Like You"

My son looked at me yesterday, earnestly, matter-of-factly, gently, and said, "Sometimes, I don't like you."
"Ok," I thought. "Fair enough."
We conversed about it a bit. We talked about his feelings. I applauded his expressiveness and honesty. He was in no way mean-spirited. He didn't say he didn't love me or that he hated me. He simply said what he was feeling and that will always be welcomed in this home.
Shut down those feelings now and I'm sure to not have his feelings shared with me in the future.