Whenever I put Jack and Eliza to bed, I ask them the same question. They look forward to our short nightly ritual, when I lie down with them, even for just a minute or two, and ask them what their favorite part of the day was.
Eliza usually thinks for a few seconds then replies with an honest answer, giving me a glimpse into the mind of this lovely little 7-year-old. Sometimes her response will surprise me, but other times I have a good idea of what the highlight of the day was for her.
Playing with my friend. Reading my book. Swimming at the pool. Eating cupcakes.
Jack, on the other hand, typically doesn't require time to consider the events of the day. It doesn't matter whether he attended a birthday party, watched a favorite movie, went on a family adventure, or ate a million tomatoes. My big guy, who does a great job of driving me bonkers on an hourly basis during the day, holds my hand while I squeeze beside him on the twin-size mattress. And when I ask him what his favorite part of the day was, he gives me the same answer every night.
Right now.
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