What was your favorite part of your day?

We often have this conversation at dinner, and it is very sweet when Son starts the ball rolling. "What was your favorite part of your day, sweetie?" he will ask. Sometimes he'll say it while looking at me. But if I start to answer, invariably he'll stop me with a disapproving look, "No," he says, "I called Dad." Whereupon Dad must answer, and then keep the ball rolling by asking the question of someone else.

When I tell you that we had homemade chocolate cake in the shape of a firetruck (of course) after dinner the other night, you will probably guess that Son's answer to that question was "eating dessert." But you would be wrong. This was his answer, and it's pretty easy to see why.




Don't you wish you were almost-four? Not that this bowl isn't big enough to hold your head too...