"I think Daddy can see me right now," Tyler said, as he built a racecar of Legos.
"You think so? What do you think he thinks?"
"About me. I think he thinks about me."
"And what do you think he thinks about you?"
A long, thoughtful pause. So long that it seemed he had forgotten the question.
And then he answered, "I think he thinks I'm just who he wants me to be."