“You’re my favorite Ashley.” Me
“You’re my favorite Heather.” Me
“You’re my favorite Melissa.” Me
“You’re my favorite Jamison.” Me
Yes, I tell our kids they are my favorites. And I might pause slightly after “favorite” but it will be accompanied with a wink — and no comma. After all, I don’t want our kids to think I favor one over the others. Instead, our kids know they are my favorite Ashley, Heather, Melissa, and Jamison.1
And our kids are smart — smart enough that I’ll hear in response:
“You’re my favorite Dad.”
Nope. No pause. No comma. Touché!
- With apologies to all the other Ashleys, Heathers, Melissas, and Jamisons out there. I’m sure you understand. ↩
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