Dispatches from the Frontlines of Fatherhood: Love for All

My three-year-old son has a unique kind of logic.  You can’t always follow it, but it’s sure fun to go along for the ride.  Here’s a conversation the other morning between he and my wife:

Son:  I love everyone!  I love everyone in the whole world. 

Mom:  Oh, that’s very nice, honey.

Son:  Even you, Mommy.

Mom:  Oh. Don’t you mean especially me?

Son:  I love my teeth.  I brush them.

Mom:  That’s very good.

Son:  It’s good to brush your teeth.