Sean's orthopedic really likes him. We went in for an appointment yesterday and he went on about how the nurses and doctors in the operating room were all enamored by him. During the visit, he and Sean chatted a lot. Sean pointed out a spider on the wall and the doctor helped him open the back door to let it out. I suppose since we've made these visits a habit, he might as well get chummy with the doctor!
There was a plaque on his desk that read: World's Greatest Dad. Sean told the doctor that he could read the word Dad, but that his mom had had to read the other ones for him. The doctor asked, "Who do you think IS the world's greatest Dad, Sean?" Sean replied, "God. Or Jesus." The doctor, surprised I think, said that he liked that answer.
So tonight at dinner I was relaying the story to Stan. I no sooner got the introduction out and Sean interrupted, "And I said it was God, and then Jesus." I nudged Sean, "Aaaand, who is number 3, huh?" "Moses." We laughed. "Okaay, who is number 4 then?" Seth, who was clearing the table, couldn't resist chiming in, "Um, Abraham."
Sean added, for good measure, "And I guess Mary is the greatest mom."