K, I have got to get this down before I forget.

Words from a year ago collided with words from yesterday – and a light bulb went off in my head.

In short, when you were two or three, you would sometimes call your poop a “hot dog.”

As in:

Look at the the hotdog I did, dad!

That’s funny and cute by itself, but I realized the other day that you forever ago also called a hotdog a “slimy.”

Ha!

What funny connections kids make.

K, you are a glorious firecracker.

And I hope I remember ever silly thing you say.

I love you.

-Dad