This "conversation" took place in our kitchen tonight:
Me: Guess who's coming to see us on Friday? (dramatic pause) Grandma!
Lawson: and Papa?!
Me: No, just Grandma.
Lawson: Oh man... Papa's godda work. (followed by the sad, pouty face... arms crossed... head drooping down...
(okay... so he does kind of look like he's smiling here. But only because I made him do this again... when I had my camera. The first time really was a sad, bottom-lip-completely-sticking-out-look.)
He really is a "grandpa's boy"... even if he does play shy when you come down. :)