Third place

I love Jeffrey. I recruited him today to be my helper, drop some things by to a couple of people down the street. He was more than happy to do it. On the way home I thanked him, told him what a good kid he was. He said, "Ya, I'm pretty much one of the best people I know. You're third." I burst out laughing. "Who's second?" I asked. "Daddy. But you're third." He was trying to make me feel alright about it. I felt just fine. Being third in his book is ok by me.