I mentioned Rusty was adamant, right?
I mentioned that Poppy is his friend, not me, right?
Well, just the other morning, the two littles were awake earlier than necessary and both were calling out for the favorite parent … Kevin.
“Poppy! Poppy! Poooooooooooppy!”
When suddenly a little light bulb went on in Rusty’s little mind. Tommy was calling for HIS Poppy, too!
Rusty then said, “NO! Momma! Tommy, you say Momma! Poppy my friend!”
I don’t know that Tommy really cared which parent he called for, as long as one of us came and released him from his jail, er, crib.