Sweet Baby had been awake and talking for a bit, so I went up to get him out of his crib....
Me, from the hall: Sweet Baby, where are you?
SB: In!
Me: You're in your crib?
SB: Yeah!
I open the door, and in the cutest, sing-songiest little voice he goes: I happy see you!
I melted.
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