Kyle

The other day, Kyle threw his shoe up on the roof. Don't ask me why, but he did. Being the clutz that I am, I can't climb way up there and get it. So it just stayed there that night.

The next morning when we were getting ready for school he had to wear his other pair, the ones he does not like as much. So he says to me, "Maybe when Dad gets home tonight, he can get my shoe down for me. Then he'd be my favorite."

I said, "Your favorite? You mean you have a favorite parent? Who is your favorite now?"

"So far...you," he says.