K, you have recently been calling me “Dally.”

You are K.
But I often call you Kenny.

I am Daddy.
And you have taken to calling me Dally.

We have endearing little nicknames for each other.

It makes sense.

I mean, I don’t think we could be much cuter.

We are simply fantastic.

And then, you squawked it again the other day while you were getting a diaper change.

Mom caught it, and of course, pointed it out.

So now I don’t even know for sure.

You might just be saying “Jelly.”

You are either being endearing, or just love referring to your shoes – your Jellies.

Ha!

I love you.

-Dad