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