This may be the greatest accomplishment in my 8 1/2 years as a father: I've got the kids racing each other to take my shoes off. At the end of a long day at work I can come into the house, plop down on the couch, and say, "Who's going to take Daddy's shoes off?" And these kids actually come running.
Now that I think about it, this may be my greatest accomplishment, period, because I've never had anybody racing to take my shoes off for me until now.