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
K mamacita,
You were so sweet to me today.
T got sick this morning and threw up, so I took you and H to church and Sunday school.
Afterwards, I took y’all to Whataburger for lunch where we all got chicken baskets.
We brought mom home a cheeseburger and then all went for a walk after we gathered ourselves.
We walked to the “yellow park” around the corner.
Anyway.
You asked me to push you on the swing when we arrived. I did and you requested that I sing while pushed.
You specifically asked for Amazing Grace, and I Believe I Can Fly (by R. Kelly). Ha!
As I pushed, you told how glad you were that you got me as a daddy.
You said that you loved me so much, and that you were thankful I was so kind and patient and loving to you.
I’m not sure what I did to deserve the deluge of compliments – but I’ll take them!
Later, you and H were fighting and I took you on a drive to separate y’all (you were just tired).
We stopped at Menchies and ate frozen yogurt: Vanilla ice cream, no toppings.
You fell asleep on the way home as I held your hand.
Later you were feeling so partial to me, you sat in my lap for half of dinner.
I love you.
-Dad