Timmy was about 6 or 7 years old, we were sitting in my old Camry waiting for his mother to come out of a store. Timmy said to me, "Daddy, do you know who my hero is?"

"Spider-man?"

"No," he said.

"Superman? Batman?"

"No," Timmy said with a giggle. "You are daddy because you help people and saved people."

I was looking at him in the rear view mirror and turned around in my seat to face him. "I'm not a hero Tim."

"Yes you are!" Timmy crossed his arms and pouted. "You're my hero." .