Ugly troll

Me: Who are you?
H: I want to think about that.

H: (to B) I just can't make sense of you most of the time, but I love you every day.

H: I'm going on a date.
Me: With who?
H: An ugly troll.
Me: An ugly troll?
H: Yes, an ugly troll. Just like you.
Me: Gee, thanks.
H: Don't worry, Momma. Papa's an ugly troll, too. It's a good thing you're both pretty.