Every morning as he brings Maya into our bed with Max, they attack him. The kiss him to death. They give him wet willies. They play with him. They wrestle. They jump all over him. He gets kisses and love. Good morning, Hayden! At least you know you are loved and adored.
P.S.- Dad and I love and adore you even more than Max and Maya. Always remember that.
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