Case,
This morning, you grabbed a loaf of your favorite cinnamon bread off the counter, walked over to me at the kitchen table, handed me the bread, demanded to "Eat!" and crawled up on the chair next to me. As I worked on the laptop, you calmly and cleanly ate your "nack." I thought to myself, "Wow, you're really growing up. I'm proud of you, little guy." Then Edgar walked up to your chair seeking crumbs and you kicked him in the head.
Love,
Dad
