Me: You and Armaan are the bestest-est boys in the whole world.
Arvind (looking slightly uncomfortable): Don’t say that, Mamma. You can’t say that.
Me: Of course I can. In my eyes, you two will always be the loveliest babies.
Arvind (dead earnest): But you don’t know all the children all over the world. You don’t know what they’re like. So you have no proof that we’re the best.
I give up. My mush won’t survive the rigours of analytical assessment.