My Daddy

I love my daddy. We are spending more time together now that I'm awake (and not nursing) more. He recites tabla bols and sings raags to me, and I stare at him intently soaking it all up. He is quite excited to see me, but he seems to end up with the jobs where I'm not at my best -- burping, getting gas out, putting to sleep. He marvels at every little thing I do. I like him because he is easily impressed. One smile is enough to melt him right down. He is really in for it in the future, I can see it now...