"Karli is my favorite aunt!"
She blurts this out at random times and places.
Cooper's favorite used to be me, Mom. That began to change when Stephen and I left our kids with my parents for a week while we were cruising. I had to pry Cooper off of my dad. I was a little bothered...to say the least.
Cooper's obsession with my dad has grown exponentionally.
Tonight we had a work picnic for Stephen. In the parking lot there was a white Toyota Tundra. That just happens to be the same pickup that my dad drives. When Cooper saw that pickup, he flipped out. "PAPA!!! PAPA!!!!!"
I cannot believe he knew and recognized my dad's pickup.
According to my dad, it is all because of the Creamies and motorcycle rides.
I kinda doubt that.