It's occurred to me that I have not mentioned Nate for some time now. Since he is the primary reason for this blog, I feel I am failing in my attempt to record the day to day happenings in his universe.
Recently he has taken to telling me that he is my best friend.
"Dad, I'm your best friend" or "I'm your best friend dad!".
Occasionally he will even tell me "Dad, you're my best friend".
I'd like to think that the latter is what he truly means, rather than the first two variants. Those kind of make it sound somewhat ominous, like I have no other friends or I really don't have a choice in the matter. It's all really very sweet though and makes me laugh every time he says it. Sometimes it makes other people who are within earshot laugh too, which is always fun.
I think it's special that he thinks of me and Patty in this way. He tells her this too, but I haven't heard him say it to anyone else. He probably won't admit to it when he is in his teens, but that's OK cause I have this blog to remember it! I of course tell him that he is my best friend. After all I do spend quite a bit of time with him, and we usually have lots of fun during those times. I say usually because it's not all fun and games. We do annoy each other every now and again.
On those occasions when he frustrates me to the point where I have to step back and just let it go, he'll usually come up to me and say "Dad, are you sad?". On one occasion a few weeks ago, he even said "I'm sorry, I make you mad". How can you stay mad at that? Plus, I do make him mad too so we're even in that department.
At the end of the day though, I guess I'm still his best friend. Or is he my best friend?