Yesterday, around 5:30 Avery was playing. I was sitting on the couch watching her. We’d been talking about this and that, but it had been quiet for a couple minutes. Then this:

Avery: “Dad?”
Me: “Yeah.”
Avery: “I’m good with whatever I do.”
Me: “I’m not sure I know what you mean.”
Avery: “I mean, I’m fine with whatever I do.”
Me: “Oh. Well… good. You should be.”
Avery: “I am.”

Don’t change a thing, Avery.