I've said it before, and now I'll say it again: I love my husband.
He just walked out the door to go home teaching, but before he left Max saw him put his coat on and said, "No Papa, you can't go!" (but it sounded more like, "No Papa, you tan't dow!")
So Zach got down and hugged Max and they talked for a minute.
Max offered Zach his Lightning McQueen car and Zach said, "You want me to take Lightning with me?" and Max pathetically said, "yeah."
And then Max (in his adorable little pouty voice) said, "You tate me wiff you too."
I wish I could freeze that moment of the two of them looking at each other, Zach totally melting at Max's little request.
He thought about it for a moment and then said, "Ok buddy. Let's go," grabbed Max's shoes and left.
As they walked out the door Max looked over Zach's shoulder and said "Bye Mama!! Bye Pwinn!! I dow wiff Papa!!" I don't know if I've seen him that happy in a long time.
And I'm sure the feeling was mutual.
I love that man.