K you are over dance.

You cry and cry every Tuesday when it’s time to go.

We gave you the choice between dance, gymnastics, music, or whatever else you wanted to do.

You chose dance.

We want to see you make it to the end of semester recital and finish out the year before throwing in the towel. If that is what you want…

I don’t know what the right thing to do is.

Does this kind of thing even matter at four?

I mean, I don’t want you to quit things easily. And I want you to learn grit and persistence and all that.

But it’s hard to hear you cry and beg not to have to go every week.

I love you.

-Dad

K, I just want to say you had the most epic Monopoly comeback the other day when you and mom and I were playing board games.

Legit you were one roll from being out. You were completely out of money. It’s your turn. And if you roll anything but a six – you are out.

You rolled a six.

And then mom landed on one of your properties.

Then you passed Go and got paid. And then I landed on a property of yours and had to pay you too. And on it went.

Mom finally went out sometime later and you came in second place, but it was amazing to watch!

We were all hooping and hollering on every roll.

They way you smile with all of your baby teeth is magical.

H was on a playdate and I am glad we got to spend the afternoon with you.

I love you.

-Dad

K, you rolled over in bed yesterday morning (yes you still come and get in out bed in the middle of the night) and told me the funniest story.

You were half asleep still.

You had a pleasant look on your face, grinning, nearly laughing.

We snuggled each other in that blur of time between when the alarm goes off and you are fully awake.

You opened your eyes and told me, nearly laughing:

Daddy, I had a dream that your shirt was Huck’s hair. In my dream I was rubbing Huck. But when I woke up, it was just your shirt.

Ha!

I’m not sure why it tickled us so much but we laughed about it off and on all day.

My sweet baby’s dreams.

I love you.

-Dad