"Better than any of my other friends!" he told me, which tickled my soul to no end.
Just now, as he leaned in our sliding glass door and took a long sniff of the supper simmering on the stove, he realized why.
"Arroz con pollo!" His 6 year-old body writhed with delight. "I knew I loved you!"
For me, it's a pot of chicken and dumplings bubbling alongside a pone of cornbread. For Pedro, it's arroz con pollo. What smells like home to you?