Henry and I sit munching peanut butter toast in the kitchen. His curly hair sits on his head like a mop. He is gazing out the window.
Henry: Dad, I'm glad I'm me.
Me: What do you mean?
He takes another bite.
Henry: (mouthful of toast) I mean, I wouldn't want to be anyone else. Y'know what I mean?
I smile and sip my tea.
Me: I think so.
He shoves the rest of his toast in his mouth.
Henry: I'm going to go play.
He places his plate in the sink and skips out of the room.