Klyde was gloating. They’d been teaching Klay how to talk, and the first word he could say properly was “dada.” He spent so much time practicing it with him.
Mel wasn’t even competing with him. “Now teach him how to say mama.”
That kid was definitely going to grow up as a daddy’s boy. She’s extremely satisfied with the way he’s very hands-on in raising their son. Who knew he could be very patient? She wasn’t as patient as him.
Right now, the man was slowly teaching him how to walk. Klay crawled a lot and was very active, but he couldn’t walk on his own two feet yet. Klyde needed to hold his body or his arms to get him standing up.
Without any experience, he was initially afraid of holding him. The boy was so delicate, he was scared he would hurt him, bruise him or break his little b
