This morning Lloyd was telling me a story about his friends at work, Stan and Bill, teasing him about having a mirror in the cockpit, and how pilots all think they're soooooo cool. Weston wanted to know what we were talking about, so we told him that Mr. Stan and Mr. Bill were making fun of Daddy because he's a pilot and they're not. He got that little puzzled look that I love and said, "But Mr. Stan and Mr. Bill are daddies, right?" We said yes, they are, and then he said, "But daddies are pilots!" We explained that not all daddies are pilots (me) and that only the very coolest most special daddies are pilots (Lloyd) and then he declared, "But my one is!"