Since my son was born, I’ve said, “Mark, you’re the bestest boy ever made.”
When he began talking, he would reply, “You’re the bestest Mom ever made.”
It was just our thing. I know I’m far from it, but he’s six now – I know this won’t last much longer. I’m going to enjoy it while I can.
Tucking him in one night, we shared usual exchange except this time, he went on to list what was good about me…
“You’re the best at making good food for us, you’re the best at taking good care of us…”
“But Mark,” I said, “I sometimes get grouchy.”
“Oh, you’re the best at that too,” he replied.