The other day I was snuggling with Whirling Dervish, trying to catch up from the week he stayed at his Nanny and PaPaw's house. Between kisses and tickles we managed to have the following conversation.
Me: Are you my boy?
WD (grinning): Nope.
Me (feigning shock): What? You're not my boy?! Are you Daddy's boy?
WD (giggling): Nope.
He loves being contrary.
Me: Well then are you Papaw's boy? Tell me you are Papaw's boy!
WD: Nope. But I am Nanny's boy when she gives me M&Ms.
Oh . . . so THAT'S how it works.
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