Favorite Parent

It was a little chilly in the house this morning, so I was sitting under a blanket, watching church. When my wife sat down on the couch, I asked her if she wanted to share the blanket, being big enough for four people. She said, "No, I'm okay, but thank you for asking." So, I wrapped the blanket tighter around me to get maximum toastiness.

And that's when Troy came over and forcefully pulled the blanket off of me, drug it across the floor to my wife, and put it on her legs and feet. When I tried to object, he gave me a dirty look and proceeded anyway. I guess it doesn't matter if dada is okay, as long as mama is taken care of. I guess we know who his favorite parent is!