Bubba would really prefer that Grammy take care of him...at all times. He loves that lady.
The other night, we were at Grammy and Pop's house finishing dinner (aka downstairs). I told the boys that we needed to head up and get their bath.
Bubba, "GRAMMY...can you take me a bath?"
Me, "Bubba, it's Mommy's turn to give you a bath. We will have so much fun. We can play pirates!"
Bubba, "NO! I want Grammy to take me a bath."
Me, "Bubba, Mommy is going to do the bath tonight. Grammy needs to feed Pop when he gets home (Pop was getting home late from work that night). Plus, Grammy and Pop need to spend time together sometimes."
Bubba, "They spent time together last year!"
Me to Grammy, "Grammy, did you spend time with Pop last year?"
Grammy, "Well, we did spend time together last year when we were in the same state."
Case closed. I guess he has us there.