Best Friends (part 2)

The past few days I'd been enjoying the back and forth repetitive banter with my son:

"You are my best friend."
"No, you are my best friend."
etc.

Then, the other night I tried to start it up again, telling Rody, "You are my best friend." Instead, he replied, "No, I'm not your best friend. Papa is your best friend."

When I suggested that both he and Papa could be my best friends, he countered, "No, Papa is your best friend, and my best friends are Woody and Buzz Lightyear."

Best friends

Out of the blue, while eating his breakfast, Rody said, "Mom, you are my best friend!"

I am not sure where he heard the phrase, but I like it.