T, mom has been asking you here and there if you are still her baby.

Are you still my baby? Come here, sweet girl. Are you still my baby?

The hilarious part is that you keep sassing her about it.

She would ask and you would respond: “Nooo.”

Honestly, I was enjoying it. Because when I asked you the same thing you would say “Yes” in your sweet little voice.

Hahaha!

I mean, you are 20-months and pushing her buttons.

Well, you turned the tables this morning and started saying the same thing to me.

And now I’m just sad.

Please stay my baby?

I love you.

-Dad

K, tonight you called me sweet pee.

Oh yeah, it should be “sweet pea,”

P-E-A

But you said “Awww, daddy, you’re my sweet pee.

Sweet – because you are such a sweet daddy. And pee – because you pee so much.

I mean.

Sometimes there are just no words…

I love you.

-Dad

K, we were joking around tonight and you were quoting some line from Bluey.

You were also laughing about a scene in Storybots where a frog is telling how chocolate is made.

He keeps talking about “cacao” beans in this deep-voiced monologue, pausing here and there for dramatic effect.

We were laughing about it all and I told you I was going to start calling you “K-ca-cao.”

You said I wouldn’t – because I would not remember!

To which I said:

“That’s it. I am writing about this tonight. And you can read about this exact conversation for the rest of your life!

Boom. Done.

I never could find a video of that frog…

I love you.

-Dad