More on the hosting dilemma tomorrow. In the meantime, let me repeat the following conversation which just occurred in BrooklynGirl's non-Brooklyn home after a morning in which I had indulged The Boy in his baser pleasures of chocolate milk and a special viewing of The Jungle Book:
The Boy (sighing contentedly): You're the best mama ever.
BG: Thanks, buddy. You're the best boy ever.
The Boy: You know what's even better?
BG: What's that?
The Boy: Dad!
And so it goes.