“Mommy, what’s your favorite part of this day?”

My son looked up at me, his voice soft and timid. I took his hand and guided him towards the stairs. “This honey, holding your hand while walking down the stairs. It’s my favorite part of this morning.”

“You know mommy, when you pick me up from school later, I’m sure that will be your favorite part of your day. I’m sure of it!” He adjusted his shirt, untucking his blue school uniform and pulling it down his little 4-year-old body.

“Well, I think you’re right buddy. That’s definitely going to be my favorite part later.” We finally reached the bottom of the stairs. He paused.

“Mommy, are you very happy? Are you very happy with me?”

“Oh honey, I’m always happy when I’m with you.”

“Okay, mommy. Me too.”