My Best Friend

Sunday evening, Yali sat on the couch next to Patience, thinking through some big life decisions…

“Patience, you were my best friend!” He looked over at me. “Mom, can Patience be my best friend?”

“Sure she can.”

He seemed satisfied. “Puck is my friend. And Patience is my friend.”

Hopefully he remembers this the next time they’re screaming at each other over who gets the next graham cracker at snack time.