Some things are obviously good, some bad, – being with bunnies is, of course, in the former.

So yesterday we went to a friends house to watch the Super Bowl.

It was a 5 or 10-minute drive and both of you kids seemed excited to go and be out of the house.

On the way H, you started talking.

I do not remember exactly what it was even about.

But soon the conversation moved to airplanes and flying.

As we slowed for a stop sign, you announced to the car.

“I am scared of going down in an airplane. But I am not scared of going on the ground with bunnies. Bunnies are so cute.”

You said it in a very matter-of-fact tone.

And K, you had the best time ever running and chasing the older kids around.

You both did.

You girls had a great night.

I love you.

–Dad

K,

H calls you:

“K – Mamas-e.”

It’s her term of endearment for you.

I told you about the names getting out of hand.

My Kenny.

So the ladies at school started with the calling you “mamas.”

Then:

“K – mamas.”

Then a derivative was:

“Little mama.”

And now H has made it all her own.

She calls you:

“K – Mamas-e.”

Or I don’t even know.

Is it:

“K – Mamas-ee?”

“K – Mamas-y?”

Any way.

You are so sweet.

My growing baby.

I love you.

I love you forever.

-Dad

The word – dog – is yours, K.

It’s official.

You get the word: https://bearfruitwithpatience/dog

I remember H saying “dog” all the time when she was little too – but you take the cake on it.

You win – it’s your favorite word.

By far.

I mean, you probably say it 20 – 30 times before school.

Maybe 100 times in a day total.

For instance, I held you this morning while I was letting Huck out – and I think you said it 12 times while pointing at him – all in less than sixty seconds.

My sweet baby.

Let life come at us.

I’ll be here with you.

I love you.

-Dad