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ME: “Run that way, Daniel. Yeah, good, that’s it. Now stop. Stop! STOP!!!” I guess it’s like playing with Forrest Gump.

Daniel, the other day, while looking out the window at our minivan he calls Mimi: “Crash, Mimi.” And today, pointing upstairs, “Daddy, sick.” I hope he isn’t psychic.

Daniel was playing and tapping Alexa on the head. She gave him her patented Death Stare.

DANIEL: “Baby, stop it! Daddy, baby stop it!”

I think the next 20-some years will be interesting.

We’re trying to get Daniel to practice his speech and pronunciation.

DANIEL: “Daddy, appa jooz please.”

ME: “Daniel, say ‘ap-ple juice.’”

DANIEL: “No! I don’t want it! I want appa jooz!”

While in the middle of preparing a hot lunch in the kitchen, Daniel walked in with some toy issue.

DANIEL: “Daddy, Daddy, what…”

ME: “Hold on, Daniel.”

DANIEL: “Daddy, Daddy, what…”

ME: “Daniel, I’m busy.”

DANIEL: “I busy too!”

As told to me: Fabienne was nursing Alexa when Sarah started crying. So Daniel went to the kitchen, pulled out an empty bottle and put it in the bottle warmer.

Good boy; will be very helpful once he gets the details straight.

After a lullaby to my girls tonight, it’s official: None of my children like my singing. Not one but two girls crying and Daniel trying hard to ignore the chaos.

Daniel has a bad cold. Trying to teach Fabienne, my native French-speaking wife, the difference between “snot” and “booger.”

Daniel (after putting on gloves, not mittens, to go outside and play): “I Michael Jackson! Hoooooo hooooooooo!”