Throughout every day Gianna, Davy and I take breaks to snuggle close to each other and giggle. All three (sometimes four when Daddy is around) of us frozen in time loving each other. I'm not kidding. It's nauseatingly precious. It's like a thousand hallmark commercials deep fried and rolled in powered sugar.
I assumed when she said family she meant Mother Dearest, Daddy-o and little baby sister Gianna. But today she informed me, "Mom Snoofy is my brother. He is my little brother." Hmmm ok. He must take after Daddy.
|Davy and her brother Snoofy|
In a desperate effort to change her mind my husband declared, "Well Mommy is my favorite parent."
"Oh really Daddy, Mommy is your favorite? You are my favorite parent Daddy."
So unfair. Moms do all the dirty work and what do we get? Snoofy children and second place to celebrity dad. Ridiculous.
|favorite. just kidding. or am I?|