Are you my Pawpaw?!
It cracks me up (and can be kind of embarrassing) when Leelu calls pretty much any old(er) man she sees "pawpaw". I guess it's good that she makes the connection that her multitude of grandfathers are older, have grey or thinning hair and are called pawpaw. But when she points at complete strangers in public and exclaims "PAWPAW!" its a little awkward. Of course I usually just tell her something along the lines of "yes honey, he might be someone else's pawpaw" and then I try to redirect her attention. She's a hoot. We've spent a fair amount of time with my sister and nephew this week. Leelu and I went to their house and went for a swim in their pool earlier in the week and then yesterday we met out and about for a day of just loafing at the mall. When it was time to part ways, poor Leelu didn't want it to happen. After dropping my sister and nephew off at their car she cried and cried on the way home, alternating whines and ...