Making the cut

Last month our family started a new tradition: before going to bed, we take turns saying what we're thankful for. While Itty Bitty is thankful for "Dada come home!" and "Woe woe" (that's "woof woof" for those of you not schooled in toddler talk) and "milk", Bub automatically says he's thankful for his parents, sister and grandparents. Every time. Until this week. After a difficult evening that left him frustrated with his father, he cut it down to "Grandpa and Mom." But a couple nights ago he edited it down to "Grandpa." But last night, he drew a family picture. It shows him with Mom and Grandpa (no dad, no little sister). Hubby's not too offended, and I'm glad I'm still somewhat important to a little boy who knows how to hold a grudge.