K, you rascall.

H was away at camp, T was at school, and you were back and forth between home and LCU basketball camp.

It was just you and I.

We’re getting out of the car, and you casually say “What?” asking me to repeat myself.

I do – and you repeat it back with me and say “Jinx” before I can think.

My eyes got big and I glared at you in silence.

You cackled with a loud laugh and declared:

Dad, there’s no one here to unjinx you!

I couldn’t believe it.

I mean, nobody in our family stayed jinxed for longer than a few seconds because someone is always there for the unjinx!

Eventually, you did unjinx me, but it was an ordeal with a lot of laughing. 🤣

I love you.

-Dad

K, I love the way your mind works sometimes.

A few weeks ago we were talking something about parenting.

You added as part of the conversation that:

…Yeah, like some bad parent that does not want their kids and sells them.

I interrupted you explaining that – no – you can not sell your children.

You were wide-eyed and dumbfounded as you gathered your thoughts for a second.

Eventually, you replied:

So you can give your kids away to an orphanage for free…but you can’t sell them for money. Hmmm… That is very interesting and unexpected.

And now I’m racking my brain about it all too. 🤣

I love you.

-Dad

K, you have the absolute best laughing cackle in the world.

You only do it when you get to laughing too hard and can’t stop.

(Or you are being silly.)

But this high-pitched shrill of a laugh comes from somewhere deep down.

Mom says you sound like Bellatrix Lestrange from Harry Potter.

When it’s natural, it’s the sweetest thing.

I love you.

-Dad