On the third night since I returned home from Houston the Boy and I were going through our night-time routine and had got to the point where it was time to pick out a book. The night previous we had read the one I'd bought in Houston. You should know that on nights where it's not a rush to get to bed on time, the Boy picks out the book. On other nights, I'll pick one out. Often a short one. On this night, we had time so the Boy picked.
Boy: I pick THIS one!
Me: Hey. We read that last night. You want to read it again?
Boy: Yes. Because this is my new best book.
Me: It is, is it?
Boy: Yes, because you bought it for me.
Me: Oh, that's very nice.
Boy: So it's the very best book I have.
Me: Oh thank you.
Boy: And you are the very best Daddy ...
(Wow! I thought.)
Boy (cont): ... that I have.
We laughed together.
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