Papa's Girl

My parents were here visiting this past weekend. And man-oh-man is Baby Sister a Papa's Girl. When she sees him, whether they are just arriving, she is waking from a nap or he enters a room after having been out of her sight for a few minutes, her reaction is always the same. Up go her outstretched arms in his direction. They are buds and no wonder...could it be the three cookies he let her have after dinner on Saturday night. Or the cookie he tried to give her before breakfast on Sunday morning. Sorry Dad, I know that they have oats, dried cranberries and wheat flour in them but I have to draw the line somewhere.