I come out to the living room one morning where Evan is eating breakfast, and he says to me…”Mommy, look, I’m sharing my granola bar (pronounced “nola bar”)  with my best friend.”

I must admit, i was a little confused at first…and then I took a closer look.

See his best friend?

The fly is apparently his best friend.

This is from the boy who tells me everyday, “mommy, I’m your best friend. I’m daddy’s best friend too, and Ellie’s best friend.” “I’m everybody’s best friend.”