Savanna has a special relationship with Cliff. I mean, aside from the fact that she loves him, she actually listens to him. (Which also infers, she does NOT listen to me.) This becomes very obvious in our daily interactions.
We were at CostCo on the weekend buying groceries. The greeter at the door handed us a flyer. Savanna pointed to a picture of a tub of feta cheese and said, “Yogurt!”
I said, “That’s feta cheese.”
She said, “Yogurt!”
I said, “Look, it says c-h-e-e-s-e.” I tried to spell it out and show her the cheese in the picture.
Now she’s upset. She said, “No! Yogurt!”
I said, “Baby, trust me, it is feta cheese. When you can read, you’ll believe me.”
She asserted like she is correcting my obvious error, “No! Yogurt!”
Seeing that I was getting nowhere, I said, “Ok, ask Daddy.”
Cliff jumped in and said, “Savanna, that’s cheese.”
Her eyes softened when she looked at Cliff, she nodded her head, and said, “Ok, cheese.”