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

Bird Meeting

H, you say the funniest things sometimes.

For example, you have taken to calling a group of birds sitting together on a telephone pole, a bird meeting.*

I forget how you said it driving the other day.

But after one of us pointed out a bunch of birds somewhere out the window, you were casually like:

Yeah, looks like they are having a bird meeting.

Ha. I love it.

I love you.

-Dad

*Edit: Mom has told me that this post needs editing. She says you have been referring to birds in a group as a Bird Meeting for a year or two now. I like to think I pay attention to certain things more than most, but maybe I have not been doing as well as I think. Honestly, I’m just impressed that mom read what I wrote. Ha!

Bittersweet

If I could only describe being a parent as one thing, I would call it bittersweet.

I saw a comic strip the other day with a child asking his dad what was the best part of being a parent. The dad replied:

Watching you grow up.

Then they asked what was the hardest part of being a parent. The dad responded again:

Watching you grow up.

Parenting is exactly like that.

It’s beautiful and makes my heart ache at the same time.

I love you.

-Dad