Sam is always waaaay more excited to see his daddy than me? Don't get me wrong--the kid loves me, but when I walk in from somewhere, his response is, "Oh,--hey, Mom." As in, "I thought someone was missing, but I wasn't really worried about it."
When Anthony walks in, it's like a ticker-tape parade around here. "It's Dad! It's Dad! Come here, Dad. Let's play basketball."
Maybe I should start shooting hoops.
Thursday, October 14, 2010
Why is it that...
Posted by The Shermans at 10:54 AM
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Allie, I totally feel you on that... at least Sam doesn't throw himself down on the sidewalk and say "No... go way... not you!!!" ha. I think they would notice if we didn't show up at all one day... who would get the milk and the potty and the snack and the markers...
Exactly, Laurin. We are utilitarian and dads are fun. It used to hurt my feelings but I got over that a long time ago when I realized it just meant I had less to do when Taylor is around.
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