my nanna

no, i'm not sixty years old, but blake calls me nanna, about as close to aunt penny as he's willing to try right now. when he gets mad at flav, he cries for 'my daddy'; when he gets mad at sam, he cries for 'my mommy'; but the best is when he gets mad at both of them and cries for 'my nanna' - tears running down his little sad face, arms outstretched. and do i exploit these bold moments of manipulation? duh. 'my nanna, my nanna' sniff, sniff. you try to resist that.