Last night after the really long day was done Andrew and I decided it was time to "turn in". We headed into the bedroom and just fell on top of the covers, still fully dressed from the day. We were really, really still for a few minutes, and then I asked, "Andrew, If you had to pick a best-friend, that is not me, to spend every day with, who would you pick?"
"My Bird Chuck."
"Andrew, Chuck died like when you were in 5th grade. You wanna spend every day with a dead bird?"
he turned his head to face me and with a disappointed look replied.