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."
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."