A character study

To illustrate the kind of boyo I've got, and to offer up one of the unexpected perks of parenting, I offer this:

M-, D-, and I walked a few blocks this evening in blistering wind laced with hateful little snowflakes to get a few necessities at the store. Whilst picking through the milks to find the youngest one, apropos of nothing, D- walked over to me, kissed me on the cheek, and said "Love ya, Daddy."

He didn't ask for candy or toys or anything.

That was it.