So last night we sat down. It was a list of questions like "What book should everyone read?" and "What is your favorite class so fat?"
So we got down to the question "Who is your hero?" I asked him expecting him to come up with some sports player and:
Crys: "OK. Who is your hero?"
Older Boy: "You are."
Older Boy: "Yeah."
Crys: "Aw, thanks!"
At first I had thought I heard him wrong. And then my heart about skipped a beat. I didn't ask why, although I certainly wanted too. But his answer alone was enough to make me feel all warm and fuzzy inside.