My dad stopped by Saturday night shortly before nine. He called my sister first to see if we were home, see if the boys were still up, etc. The boys are normally in bed by then, but it was the weekend and they were finishing coloring eggs so they were still up when Dad got there.
Dad brought us a dozen brown eggs from his chickens, so he put one of them in the purple dye to show the boys how the color would be different since it wasn't a white egg.
As he's standing there holding the bowl of purple with his egg in it we're all talking, and it true Mom fashion, I completely forget he's coloring an egg and asked "Where is the other color?" since I only see two on the table and with my boys you never know what one of them could be doing with the missing dye.
Dad says, "It's right here."
"Oh, I completely forgot you were coloring that egg Dad."
Noah looks at me and says, "Why did you call Pop 'Dad'?"
"Because he's my dad." My dad is chuckling now.
"Oh."
Dad asks Noah, "Who's your dad?"
He points at Tim across the table and then Eli jumps in with, "Are you and Aunt sisters?" Which of course he knows, but can't be left out of the fun we are having with Noah's confusion.
"Yes we are sisters, we have the same Dad-Pop."
Poor Noah! I think the confusion stems from them calling him Pop and not Grandpa like they do Tim's Dad, well that and he's not quite three yet and those kind of complex relationships can be confusing!
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