Andrew's Idol

Coy lives in our neighborhood and his Dad is one of Randy's classmates. He is a year older than Andrew, but I wouldn't exactly classify him as one of Andrew's friends...he's more like Andrew's IDOL. Poor Coy couldn't shake Andrew from his side when we went to the zoo today. Andrew didn't care much for the animals, or me, or really anything else unless it involved Coy. He followed him around EVERYWHERE and did exactly what Coy did. When Coy was out of sight, Andrew would say, "Coy? Coy? COY!!!?!," and if he couldn't find him, he'd come running to me in a panic. He tried holding Coy's hand on several occasions (and we won't mention the kissing incident during our camping trip this summer). Well, Coy wanted to hold Nicole's hand, NOT Andrew's, so sweet Nicole said, "Andrew, you can hold my hand."

Lucky girl, or should I say, Lucky boys?!

Coy has helped me out quite a bit this summer:

"Andrew, COY uses the potty like a big boy."

"Andrew, can you talk like a big boy, like COY?"

"I bet you can put your shoes on all by yourself, just like COY does."

He also taught Andrew the art of peeing in the trees (only for camping, of course!).