Sunday night, November 13th, 2011.
I was putting Liam to sleep.
As I kissed him goodnight, I said “Goodnight my sweet little boy.” And he replied, “Goodnight my cool inventive Daddy!”
It knocked my socks off. I asked him about it, and he really meant it, and knew what he was saying. I had to debrief with Katie afterwards to make sure that she hadn’t somehow planted the idea. But she didn’t. It was genuine, and it was the best complement I’ve ever had. And interestingly, although the first two descriptors are excellent, it is their combination with the title “Daddy” that makes the whole thing so wonderful.