Some days I feel like...well...chopped liver.
I know Kaylyn loves me, but I'm pretty sure I rank lowest on the totem pole. For instance, yesterday when she woke up from her nap...
Kaylyn: crying "Where's Grammy?"
Mommy: "Oh, Grammy went home honey. Remember, she said good-bye before we went down for our nap."
Kaylyn: crying even more hysterically "Where's Grammy?! I WANT GRAMMY!!!"
Mommy: "Kaylyn, she went home."
Kaylyn: "Where's Daddy?"
Mommy: "Daddy's at work sweetie. But Mommy's here..."
Kaylyn: screaming "I don't WANT you! I want Daddy!"
Mommy: "Well, Daddy's not here, he's at work."
Kaylyn: "But I want him! I really love him!"
Mommy: "I know, but he's not home right now."
Kaylyn: still crying "I want Grammy..."
Yep...Mommy's chopped liver.
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