My son was humming a tune when he walked past me. I was seated at the kitchen table, flipping through the entertainment section of the Wall Street Journal.For fun, I looked up and posed a series of questions to see if I’m tracking with his top interests … something like “This or That.” “I’ve got a question for you,” I began. “If you could instantly be great at something, would you rather be a great soccer player or a great dancer?” I must have been influenced by the entertainment section.He sat at the table to answer. “Soccer player.”“Okay, soccer player or singer?”“Soccer.”“Soccer or piano.”“Piano.”“Oh!” I didn’t expect piano to edge out soccer. “Hmmm…piano or cook?”“Cook.”“Really? Well, we need to have you cook more! I was just thinking I should get you in the kitchen with me, helping with dinner preparations. That’s great.” I paused, intending to end with cook. I may have even glanced back at the newspaper.“There’s something you forgot to ask,” he said.“Oh? Well, let’s see … cook, or…” I couldn’t think of anything else.“There’s something else I’d like to be great at and you haven’t asked me.”“Well, what is it?”“A friend,” he said. “I’d like to be a really great friend.“He took me off guard. I smiled. He smiled back.“That’s just wonderful … and it kind of goes with cooking. Cooking and friends … you can cook for your friends or even with your friends. Sometimes people get together and prepare a meal together.”“Sure. I can cook for my friends and play piano for my friends and play soccer!”“With your friends?”“Yes. So that’s what I’d really like to be.”“A friend.”“Yes.”A friend. Yes, indeed.