This past week my Mom came to visit for a few days. Devan LOVES it when Grandma is here. She almost completely forgets I exist. Take this little conversation, for instance;

Devan and Grandma were playing on the porch. I walked out to join them.

Me: Hey guys, what are you doing?
Devan: Mommy, go finish your emails.
Me: I don't have any emails to finish.
Devan: Mommy, go back inside the house, your feet will get dirty.

I can take a hint. But really, how does a 2 year old come up with such a compelling argument? It must be the attorney gene from Papa Mow.