Georgia: Daddy, who is the best?
Daddy: What do you mean, G?
Georgia: With you and mommy, who is the best?
Daddy: Um, we're both the best.
Georgia: No. Mommy is.
Daddy: You're right, she is.
To his credit, Daddy retold this story knowing full well that I would publish it.
Also, it's worth noting that as I am typing this, Georgia is throwing a world class fit upstairs because I asked her to get out of bed and come to dinner. In other words, "the best" is a fleeting title.
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