Every night when we put the kids down we have the same conversation: Tell me, what was the best part of the day? We get varying answers. Last Wednesday night, Grandma was spending the night. Mike was putting T. down and asked him our nightly question. T. answered: "Nothing was good." "What do you mean nothing?"
"Daddy, the best part hasn't happened yet."
"What is the best part T?
"The best part is when Grandma has a sleep over with me, and she hasn't come to bed yet."
I love how sweet he is!