Sounded Like A Meow

I farted yesterday.

It was kind of a funny squeak.

H, you heard it.

And when you did, you looked at me like I had said something profane.

You asked:

Was that a cat?

I said “No. Sorry I tooted.”

To which you said that it sounded like a “MEOW.”

Oh my goodness we both got to laughing so hard.

I just love laughing with you.

I love you.

-Dad

This Word

T, you have completely mastered the word this.

I pick you up and walk through the house holding you and you will say the word a dozen times before I can sit you down.

And you say it as a substitute for whatever you need or think and have a thousand little tines and inflections you add to get across your intent.

It can be:

Look at this.
I want that.
What is this?
Take me closer.
Let’s go in there.
Give me another bit, please.

My favorite is when you say the word like a question with a big inflection at the end:

This?

You repeat it over and over it just like K said dog at the same age.

You are wonderful.

You should know that mom calls you her dreamy little unicorn…

I love you.

-Dad