Serious Conversation
Date of occurrence:
May 14, 2015.
I am not yet two months old and Dad already wants to have a serious conversation with me.
I have no idea what he is talking about. I hear the sounds he is making and I just let him ramble on.
I smile every now and then and nod on several occasions.
The nodding is not because I agree, but because my head is still a little heavy to hold up all that time.
Dad sure seems to enjoy our talk. What about me?
I just pretend I am listening!
May 14, 2015.
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I have no idea what he is talking about. I hear the sounds he is making and I just let him ramble on.
I smile every now and then and nod on several occasions.
The nodding is not because I agree, but because my head is still a little heavy to hold up all that time.
Dad sure seems to enjoy our talk. What about me?
I just pretend I am listening!
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