Best Friends

Over breakfast this morning I was chatting to NJ about the day he was going to have at nursery and what he might do there. During this I asked him about him playing with his friends there, to which he said, “Yes, I will.”
I asked him if he could remember the names of any friends. Silence, but a smile.
I asked him again.
He said, “we like friends don’t we Daddy?”
“Yes we do. Are we friends?”
He seemed to get quite excited about this and said, “Yes we are Daddy.”
“Best Friends?” I suggested.
More excitement.
“Yes daddy,” he said, “that’s a good idea.”
He kept looking at me then over breakfast saying, “Daddy. We best friends.”

Brilliant!
Daddy and NJ.
Best of friends.
At least for breakfast. He’ll probably have forgotten all about it by the time I get home from work!