Cluckly

K, you are so darn funny I just can’t stand it sometimes.

And here’s a good example.

You rolled over in bed a few days ago and said that mom was stinky.

Mom was like:

No! I’m not stinky!

There was a little bit of back and forth…

And then you told her:

You smell like Cluckly.

We all died laughing, asking – uh – what that was exactly.

But you stuck to your talking point and repeated versions of the same thing a few more times.

Even if we never find out exactly what cluckly is, you are a funny little biscuit. I know that.

I love you.

-Dad