Today, Valerie, my sweet princess told me in the middle of Wal-Mart, “My Daddy, my best friend!”  Unprompted, for no reason, and with great confidence.  She repeated over and over that phrase, patting her chest (to show her ownership).  I suppose I am chopped liver?  She will always be a Daddy’s Girl!  Or perhaps Ian has been coaching her in what to say? =)