My parents would love to believe that when I spend half my morning in their arms smiling at them that it's because of them. I feel bad saying that it really has nothing to do with them. As I showed this morning, all I really need to be happy is a large inanimate object. Today I was in Daddy's arms on the couch and smiling up a storm. Unlike normal though, I wasn't looking across at my Mommy, the source of my happiness was the green couch. I love it a lot, just not quite as much as my Mommy and Daddy.
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