K, I just wrote a post on bread, so this is especially weird.

I stayed up late last night watching a movie on my phone.

It got so late that I eventually got hungry and broke into the pantry and ate a few slices of bread with butter.

I finish the movie and off to shower and bead.

No big deal, right?

The next day, Mom is bewildered.

Why is the bread lying out? And who ate it?

And here’s the thing: You and I both say it was us!

Apparently, after I went to bed – you got up in the middle of the night and ate a few slices of bread too! 🤣

You and I, just lurking around the house when everyone else is asleep, eating bread in the dark. Hahahaha!

I say great minds think alike.

I love you.

-Dad

K, you are officially a snaggle-tooth for a bit now.

You have had one of the best toothy smiles for so long now…

The most perfect set of beautiful little teeth…

Annnd – you just lost one of your front teeth.😢

You came home on Monday with your mouth covered, pretending to be a ventriloquist with one of my old toys, Spike.

I didn’t catch on.

But five minutes later you let a smile slip in the bathroom mirror and I immediately started yelling for Mom.

No joke: Watching y’all grow up and change is hard!

I love you.

-Dad

K, we ate a Pop and Gammies this last weekend for dinner.

Baily and Chloe were in town so we spent most of Saturday hanging out with them.

We did all the usual and they even came to church with us on Sunday.

The best part of the weekend though was this.

You asked to say that prayer over dinner.

Pop grilled steak.

You recited your usual list of thank you’s for this and that, etc…

But then at the end, you go:

And please help us not to get food poisoning tonight. Amen.

You basically ended the prayer with the punchline of a joke!

We all just died laughing.

You sweet little kookaburra.

I love you.

-Dad