Yesterday we were praying at breakfast and I asked Jackson what he was thankful for.
"For my Daddy".
I teared up a little and continued praying. Then Jackson interrupted me and said, "And for Pop and Connie and Grandma Joey and Papa Eggs and Becca and..."
We visit my parents about twice a month and my dad loves to cook us breakfast. Jackson knows that Papa will cook him eggs when we arrive and so he has named my dad Papa Eggs. I like it. : ) At least there will be no more Papa/Pop confusion.