I Wish They Were My Adults

Apparently Hunter isn't very happy living at our house.  He told me yesterday that he wished Grammie and Poopa were his "adults".  He said again tonight that he wishes that Grammie and Poopa were his "grown ups".   After the second time of this comment I dug a little deeper. 

Here was our conversation:

Me:  Hunter, why do you wish they were your grown ups?

Hunter:  Because, I think Grammie is just so nice and adorable.  I mean, I think she's sooo cute!

M:  Well, that's very nice Hunter!  Is there any other reason that you want them as your grown ups?

H:  Because they feed me more than you do.

M:  Seriously?  

H:  Well, I mean, Grammie feeds me more.  Like she sits next to me at the table and feeds me.

M:  Ahh, so you mean that I make you feed yourself.

H:  yes.  And Poopa taught me to spit watermelon seeds.

M:  well, yes, he did.  

I guess I'm going to be positive and think that at least he hasn't come out and said that he wishes they were his parents...that might actually hurt my feelings.  

Although, that's what a grandparent's job is right?  To spoil, feed, and spit watermelon seeds?  

I think so.