Jude has been telling me frequently that I am the “best Mommy in the whole world.” Of course it is heart warming to hear that. Recently, I challenged him. I said something like, “Actually, I don’t think you have the best Mommy in the whole world. I think I do.” He sounded enraged and said something like, “What? Who? Grandma Forbes?” Then he went on a 5 minute or more tyrade about how I was better Mommy than her, specifically citing our bedtime routine of praying and then me telling him a funny story. He said adamantly, “Does she [Grandma Forbes] pray? No. Does she tell a funny story? No.” Then the next day he noted to me that he knows I’m not the best Mommy in the whole world since the mommies in heaven are better than me (since they don’t sin) but that he still thinks I’m the best mommy in the whole world. Definitely fun to have such a big fan.