Last night Grandpa and Grammie (Nana) Walles came over to baby-sit Liam so Evan and I could go see a movie. It was marvelous. We of course saw Batman because I love Batman and Christian Bale did not disappoint me. Or Joseph Gordon-Levitt. (I'm sorry, I haven't seen a movie since May)
Anyway, not what my post is supposed to be about.
This morning, Liam woke up calling my name. Or at least I thought he was saying "mama" when in reality he was saying "nana." And would not stop saying nana until I finally realized that he could have cared less about me but he demanded to know where nana had gone.
Me: "Home buddy, nana went home. Aren't you happy to see me though?"
Liam: "Gran-pa, Gran-pa"
Me: (sigh) "Grandpa went home with nana. You'll see them another time. I missed you, do I get a hug?"
Liam: "Book, book please"
Don't worry, my feelings weren't hurt. Much.
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