My granddaughter is two today. She has become this super sweet little girl, even though at this age, her favourite word is no. Her second favourite is silly bop-bop, which is the toddler equivalent of Pop-Pop and one I’ve happily adopted. Because she gave it to me, I’d rather be called Bop-Bop or Bop-Pop at this point.

It’s friggin’ adorable, just like this kid.

Happy birthday, munchkin.

Target: 1400 words
Written: 2197 words, novel: Father Lightning