I’m not the favorite. I don’t think I’m any of the kids’ favorite. I might be Kevin’s favorite … some days!
The boys have not hidden their preference for their dad. I accept it. I encourage it. They see me all the time, but Poppy goes to work all day. It is an okay thing.
It was a bit difficult while Kevin was out of town last week though. If Rusty got bumped or bonked and needed a kiss better, he did NOT want it from me. He’d tell me, “I love Poppy!” and then go get Billy to kiss his wound better. He’s two, what can you say?
This morning I got some sweet justice. I’m not the favorite so at 6:30 this morning when the two littles decided it was time to be awake and active, it wasn’t MY name they were calling. “Poppy! Poppy! Pooooo-pppppy!” over and over and over. I got 5 more minutes of sleep while Kevin greeted his groupies.