A neighbor of ours watched Jamie this morning for a little while so I could go jogging. When I got back, I came in his bedroom where they were playing, and he immediately said, "No Mommy in Jamie's room!" and tried to push me out the door.
This is a completely typical response whenever he has a babysitter. I suppose it should make me sad, but I actually love it. It's nice because I never have to worry about whether he'll be sad while we're gone. I love how much he loves people!