Sometimes I bellow your babyness at you. Other times I’m clamoring about your cuteness. You know I think you’re a doll when you hear my caterwaul.
Other times I know you can’t even pick out the words when they sound so much more like a quiet growl building up to this woman’s wail.
No matter what it sounds like, I love that you love to hear the sounds I make for you. Every single week at Bubbles in the Think Tank.