you are just the funniest little guy we know. you say the funniest little things we ever did hear. and do the funniest things we ever did see.
last Saturday you stayed the night with Geeg and Papa again. you love to stay the night with them. you think you are home. they think you are too. you could get away with anything when you are with them, especially when you say your funny little sayings.
apparently, Papa had to run to the store to get something for Geeg for her to be able to cook dinner and you were fit to be tide that he didn't take you with him. you didn't care if it was raining, "it's just some water!". you didn't care if he needed to go fast, "i like to go fast!". in the end you didn't win this battle, and it broke your little heart and you let Papa know exactly how you felt about it. "Papa, that is not nice, you are making bad, sad, choices."
you were not happy.
when Papa returned, a new set of cars in hand, you immediately forgave him. you lit up like it was Christmas morning and, and you were thrilled that "Papa, you are making good, happy, choices!" "I am so happy for you, Papa." Papa won again, well, really you won the battle, but he won over your heart, yet again.
you were ecstatic.
i love that you are happy. i love that you love your Geeg and Papa. i love that you have really fun little sayings that keep us laughing. i love the memories you make.
i love you.
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