If you have kids, you know that everything can be classified in "stages." The fussy/colic stage, the crawling stage, the clinging stage, etc. If I had to name the stage of life we are in right now, I'd name it "GrandPo is my BEST FRIEND stage." Olivia is attached to her "GrandPo" like white-on-rice. When he walks in the room, everything stops and she drops her toys and squeals with glee. Dare I say, if GrandPo and I were to walk in the room together, she'd take one look at me (the Mama) and one look at Kevin (the GrandPo) and make her pick - GrandPo all the way.
Needless to say: GrandPo eats it up. I think he thinks he's superman. I think he thinks he wears a red cape, and can fly. I don't have the heart to tell him that it might just be a stage. :-)