Me: "Dylan, do you ever feel like I still treat you like a little kid?
Dylan: "Yeah Dad, like all the time. Please keep that in mind in the future."
A couple of days ago, while I was reading a magazine.
Me: "Whoa! Is everything okay?"
Dylan: "You tell me. I've been talking to you for the last five minutes and you haven't even noticed. I was wondering if I should call 9-1-1."
This morning, while Dylan was hugging Rhonda goodbye.
Me: "I love the way Dylan's hair has my texture and Mom's color."
Dylan: "Dad, before you can have texture, you have to have hair."