This agitates Grant, and he doesn't hesitate to let me know. For weeks now, he'll cry and moan, saying the same thing over and over. Something I have not been able to figure out, which only infuriates him more. "Coppa Wayu!!!!!" he howls over and over again, growing more frustrated each time he says it and I don't understand.
But, today was different.
"Coppa Wayuuuuuu!" he called out, and just as he did a little voice called out from upstairs, "I'll be right there, Grant."
Harper had understood him, though I could not. What he'd been wanting, what he'd been crying all this time is,
"Harper, where are you?"
|Harper, with a protective arm around G|