It does that by itself.

I don’t think my heart can take her getting any older.  She’s just perfect right this minute just how she is.  AGH!  What is this crazy intense feeling I feel!?

She won’t stop talking.  We go to this incredible music class, and she has rhythm.  She sings.  She DANCES.  She says “Hi Mama” every time she sees me and repeats every word I say.   She’s magic.  I’m pretty sure, she’s just plain ‘ol fucking magic.

Feed Me Seymour