Nate this morning, "When I was just a little baby in Mommy's stomach, I always hoped I would have a big Dad ... and you're the biggest Dad ever."
In a similiar vein, A couple weekends ago, Nate had woken up early and I was going downstairs with him, so we wouldn't wake up Sara and James, and he stops halfway down the stairs and goes, "You're the best Dad ever!"
"Thanks, Nate. That's very sweet. That makes Dad very happy."
"... but sometimes you're the baddest Dad ever."
"Oh."
"... and sometimes you're a good and bad Dad."