[In response to the several-times-daily question, "What was the best part of your day?" It started out as a nightly question before bedtime. Now Jack asks "What was the best part of your day?" all day long. This exchange occurred before naptime, around 1:00 p.m., after refusing to eat the lunch I had just made for him.]
Jack: "So, what was the best part of your day?"
Me: "The day isn’t over yet so I’m not sure. Ask me when it gets dark outside, okay?"
"But, you got me curious . . . What has been the best part of your day?"
[after a long, deep-in-thought pause] "Oh, I know! My best part of my day was not eating my sandwich."