Chatterbox

I have always been a chatterbox.

I have a lot to say.

But it took me a while to get things figured out.  For a long time, I was frustrated because I kept finding that things like, "Yo, mom, I'm thirsty for boobie," or "Yo, mom, I need a binky, stat," all sounded like, "Squawk."

And "Squawk" does not produce results.

The good news is that I have now mastered talking.

I thought about learning lots of words but I've found that there's no need.  My vocabulary is totally sufficient as is.

You're dying to know what I say, right?

"Dadadadadada."  Obvious.

I love my dad.

We go way back. 

He let me hold his hand when they poked me in the hospital and I was scared and cold and missing my swimming pool.

He snorgled me tightly when I was just a little squirt.

He sings me funny songs even though mom says they have inappropriate content.

And he tells me funny stories even though mom says they have inappropriate content.

We're best friends, you know.

I make him proud wearing my ultra-cool AC/DC shirt.

And when I call out "dadadadada," he comes to me, smiling, and I'm the happiest baby in the world.