M— is away for the first time since her cousin’s funeral, leaving me to take care of Benjamin. It’s bedtime and I’m laying down with him in bed.

Benjamin (out of the blue): I told a teacher today that my daddy is a marshmallow daddy.

Me: How did they react?

Benjamin: She didn’t know what that was. So I told her that my mommy says, “Daddy is a marshmallow parent.”

Me: Did they think that was funny?

Benjamin (giggling): Yeah! They laughed. Because you ARE a marshmallow daddy. Mommy used to say she was “chopped liver,” but now you are chopped liver! 😀

…a few moments later…

Benjamin: Can I get up and get another PEZ?

…a few moments (and 2 PEZs) later because M— is not wrong…

Benjamin: Can you make me some s’mores sometime? I heard it can be dangerous to make, but it has you in it.