Every night, Nem-nem (now 5) wants a hug as she goes to bed, and she then methodically, meticulously gives me an Eskimo kiss, and kisses and butterfly kisses on my chin, cheeks, nose, and forehead.
She’ll then always insist that I sing a lullaby, which almost invariably is “[Nem-nem’s] Lullaby,” which is my adoption of Highland Cathedral, as described here (broken links/media at that page as I write this).
She’s taken to correcting Mother, that she should call me Alexander, not Alex, and she can spell that name out.
Speechless.