K, you have started a jealousy in our house.

See, you wait until H is within earshot and you come up and sweetly sit in my lap.

Then you wait and make eye contact with H.

And then you hug me tight and say:

My daddy.

Of course, H is nearly forced to come over and compete.

Soon, both of you are on me. You both hug me and flop around trying to get a better position while arguing:

My daddy.

No, MY daddy.

No! He’s My daddy…

This all began some time ago, back when you would say “My dada.”

Ya’ll are perfect and wonderful. And can fight over me any old time.

My girls.

I love you.

-Dad