Fig Newton of the Past

My mom and mother-in-law both came to town this week for Christmas. With his grandmothers around, Troy couldn’t care less if I exist or not. In fact, he regularly tells me to “shh” and “walk away.” I feel like the old toy pushed to the bottom of the toy box and forgotten…a relic of the past. I guess when you have such cool grandmothers, a “boring” old dada just can’t measure up!