Feeling 2nd rate (again)

Victoria and I had a date night tonight, so Connor spent the night at Grandma’s house.

When Connor and I pulled up at Grandma’s house, she came outside to meet us (him) like normal. As I finally brought the car to a stop, Connor starts clapping his hands in the back seat and saying, “I’M SO EXCITED! I’M SO EXCITED!” (Yeah, yeah…I know. Your Grandma is here to “take you away”.)

So we go through the normal routine of Connor showing Grandma all of his boo-boo’s and explains how he got them. Sometimes I think he does this just so he can “tell on his parents”. Of course Grandma just eats it up and loves it — laughing the entire time.

After bringing in all of his clothes and “luggage”, Grandma turns to Connor and says, “Are you ready to play with play-doh?”
Connor says, “Yes.”
Grandma turns to me and says, “Are you leaving?”
I shake my head yes and say, “I am going to put my shoes on.”
Off to the front door I go, to gather my shoes, and get ready for my exit. (Now I hadn’t even given my son a proper good bye yet.)
From the other room Connor says, “Daddy wait…give me a kiss.”
(Yes, he still loves me and doesn’t want me to leave.)
He comes running in gives me a kiss, turns around and starts running back into the kitchen and says, “Bye.”
(What?!!?!?!? Someone please tell me what happened????)
Grandma starts laughing and I say, “Bye…I won’t let the door slam on me when I leave.”

I finish putting my shoes on and go back into the kitchen. Grandma says (trying to make me feel better), “Let’s walk Daddy to the door and say good-bye.”
Connor says, “Ok” and off to the front door the three of us went.
He gave me another kiss and big hug and says, “Bye”.
Then he starts to grab the door and position himself so that he can shut it as soon as I leave.
I open the screen door and start exiting and next thing I know, the house door is almost shut and Connor says, “Bye”. (Door shut.)

I start laughing and I can hear a faint laugh coming from Grandma inside the house. (She just loves moments like this.)

Boy, we have come a long way from the 9 month old that did not want to be out of our sight.

Sleep well Connor and I will see you in the morning (and I am sure you will pitch a fit when I pick you up).
Love,
Daddy