It takes a lot of work to tire these three out. But, hey, I'm up for the challenge. Sometimes other grown-ups, like my Gramma and Grampa, come to visit and Ma, Mo, and Auntie Tata sit on the couch depressed that they aren't getting all of my attention. Sometimes they can't even open their eyes because they are so sad.
I also have a Dad but he lives in New York City. I visited him there last year. It's a cool place with lots of bagels. Dad comes to visit us in Canada too. He complains about the cold but not about the donuts.
The first few times he visited I was just a baby and still a bit shy. My Ma hadn't yet earned my trust and I could never be really sure that she would come back when she left the room. So I kept her in arm's reach just in case. But she's left me 1023 times now and has come back every time so I'm starting to believe her when she says she'll be "right back."
This visit with Dad was the best one yet. I'm not a baby anymore so I got to do big boy stuff with him.
Like watch videos of cats on the button machine that my moms never let me touch.
And staying up really late to watch even more videos of cats.
We had a pretty epic game of hide and seek in our cool no-moms-allowed blanket fort.
He even showed me all of his cool big boy products - like soap that doesn't smell like flowers and bottles of dark liquid that make you smell rugged when you spray them. Once he forget to let me come in the bathroom with him. But I waited outside the door.
And he felt so bad that he let me keep his toothbrush. That doesn't even have any cartoon characters on it.
And when Ma brought us donuts he let me eat the cool one with the little coloured balls over it.
He was really cool. And I guess he liked me too because he was constantly taking my picture.
Ma says I'm starting to look just like him.
Hopefully one day I can be just as cool as he is too.