H, this last weekend, you explained to your older cousins how to have a baby.

They were in town for K’s baby dedication at church and birthday party.

I know, I know.

Ky, your birthday was 30 days ago.

But it was the only weekend we could round everyone up and do your dedication at the same time…

Nevertheless, as all the children were hunched over hurried plates of spaghetti, you announced it.

“If my mom wants another baby, she just has to poop in her wedding dress.”

I did not hear you say this firsthand, but I hear that the laughter exploded.

And at the age of 4 – well that’s close enough.

We can talk about the specifics later.

Ha!

I love you.

-Dad

K,  “Kenny” is what we are calling you right now.

See, the ladies at school have given it to you as a nickname.

Mom heard one of them call you that when she picked you up the other day.

I did not know what to think of it at first.

And then I didn’t like it.

But I have had a few days to mull it over.

And I think I love it.

It’s funny because one of the reasons my mom loved my name so much was because she could not think of any ways to shorten or twist it into a nickname.

And nicknames have about become our thing.

I love you.

-Dad