K, you are so darn funny I just can’t stand it sometimes.

And here’s a good example.

You rolled over in bed a few days ago and said that mom was stinky.

Mom was like:

No! I’m not stinky!

There was a little bit of back and forth…

And then you told her:

You smell like Cluckly.

We all died laughing, asking – uh – what that was exactly.

But you stuck to your talking point and repeated versions of the same thing a few more times.

Even if we never find out exactly what cluckly is, you are a funny little biscuit. I know that.

I love you.

-Dad

K, you had your first dance class today!

I’m not going to lie, you have been after us for a year about going.

You saw H practice and then perform in her pageant last year, and you were just hooked.

You were absolutely brimming with smiles as we got to The Dance Gallery.

Your first lesson even happened to be one of the ones that parents got to watch.

You had a little bit of trouble following instructions – but it was your first lesson ever – so honestly who gives a care.

Your gonna get the hang of it. And you’re gonna do great at this thing.

Even if you decide that dance is not for you, I am certain that one day you’re going to find something else that’s even better.

I am so thankful that I get to watch.

I love you.

-Dad