Two and a half years old today! I love you, best friend./You had a little piece of onion from the spaghetti sauce. You asked me what it was, and I told you. You said, "I don't like onion; Daddy told me that." You paused then your eyes got big and you said, "You like onion!". (Dad doesn't like onion.)/You liked when I pretended I was a sleeping bear and you had to crawl over me with honey. If you woke me, I got to eat it!