Poor Tim…for the last week Annie has grown extremely fond of me, and tells me at least 3 times a day that I am her best friend. It’s very nice for me to hear her gush over me and want to give me extra hugs because we are best friends. It’s gotten to the point where she wants me and only me to play with her, eat dinner with her, read books with her…anything. If I ask her…
Me – Why don’t you want Dada to play with you?
A – Dada is not my best friend
Me – Why not?
A – He’s your best friend, he’s not my best friend.
Me – But he likes you a lot, he took you to the movies, and he goes hiking with you…
A – Blank stare…He can be Lib-ler's friend
Poor Tim. It even seems like I’m Olivia’s best friend too. If she is sitting with Tim and sees me walk into the room she will almost try and push herself out of Tim’s arms trying to get to me. Oh well, next week I’ll probably be the odd mom out…
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