My Son Thinks So Highly of MeMay 22, 2009
So, this morning, we’re lying in bed, and of course Kyle has brought a box of Kix cereal. Kyle shared some with Tiffany, and then decided I’d like a taste. So, he pulled out a single ball of Kix and called in sing-song fashion:
“Heeere, daddy daddy. Heeere, daddy daddy.”
Just replace “daddy daddy” with “kitty kitty” or “doggy doggy” and you’ll have a perfect idea of what it sounded like. Yeah, it was awesome.