That's MY Dad!

The house is quiet and dad doesn't know I'm upstairs.

First, I hear him using baby-talk with the dogs. Who does that? (OK, sometimes I do that but I am pretty sure I'm the only one! Now I know where I get it...) It should be noted, especially, that of the two dogs, Paris has him wrapped around her tiny paw. Leftover filet Mignon and eggs for breakfast, anyone?

Moments later I hear him go into his room and start singing from the top of his lungs. I hope whatever joy is infiltrating his spirit today is contagious!