The great thing about being a father to toddlers is that you can ask your kids loaded questions like "Do you love me?", "Did you miss me?", "Isn't Mommy's jeans a little too tight?", and you can get the answer that you want back. Unfortunately with my kids, more often than not I do not get the response that I want.
I was about to put Emma into bed when I asked her, "Who do you think is the best daddy in the world?"
Emma playfully smiled and said, "Andrew?"
"No," I said. "Andrew's your brother."
"How about...Mommy?"
I again said, "No. Mommy's not your daddy."
"How about...Emma?"
"No. You're Emma!" I grew impatient.
"So," I continued. "Who is the best daddy?"
"I dunno," said Emma.
Pathetically, I asked Emma, "How about me? Am I the best daddy?"
"No," answered Emma a little too fast for my fragile ego.
"If I'm not the best daddy, who is the best daddy?"
Emma looked into the air and said with a shrug, "It's a mystery!"
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