Parker is officially a "Guerard" boy.
He woke up this morning, and Thomas went in to get him. The first words out of his mouth were, "Daddy. Couch. Milk. Golf. Please." (Golf, of COURSE, means FOOTBALL).
Parker wanted to lie on the couch with his milk and watch football. Thomas could barely believe his ears, so he put the tv on an old Auburn game, and asked Parker again, "Are you sure you want football, buddy? Or do you want Curious George?" (Curious is one of Turner's favorites that Parker watches with her on occasion).
"No, Daddy. Golf!"
So, Parker laid on the couch...by himself...for 20+minutes this morning, drinking milk and watching football in sheer contentment.
Nana, in case you were wondering, it IS genetic! Lord, help me!!!
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