Momma, no, Dadda, no, Momma, no, Dadda

The little guys just cannot decide. Is he a momma's boy or daddy's sidekick. Yesterday he was a total daddy's dude, crying when I left the room and screaming when I entered. After, a trip to the gym for a home volleyball match, Mom fed him some bananas just before she got him cackling!! Dad read him his requisite 20 or so books and he drifted off to sleep until . . . wait for it . . . almost 5:30am!!! Mom is thinking about a banana before bed from now on!!!