Father’s Day

I’m so glad when Daddy is home,

Glad as I can be (especially when I’m a pillow sandwich)!

Clap my hands (for real – I started Saturday night and clapped all day today),

And shout for joy (or yell or squeal or scream),

And climb upon his knee (or helps me climb other things).

Put my arms around his neck,

hug him tight like this (a snuggle in his neck).

 

Pat his cheek and give him what?

A great big open mouth plant on the cheek!