So tonight he's had a bit of trouble going to bed, probably due to a late nap in the car on the way back from Target (where I heaved him out of the car, threw him over my shoulder, climbed the stairs, plunked down on the couch, with him still on my chest, and still fast, fast asleep). He had called me back into his room with a plaintive cry of "Daddy I need a hug." After giving him a hug I told him how much I loved him: "Max, I love you so much." At which point he looked me in the eye and said, "Daddy I love how God made you."
Wherever he picked this one up, it made my day.
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