Potter lays there in his crib with all four appendages sticking up into the empty air like a dog begging for a belly scratch.  It is not endearing, it is the opposite!

“Aap!”

“Ah yourself.”

“Po!”

“Do not try to look cute, you’re wasting your time.”

“Ya!” Potter grins, showing off his new set of teeth.

I lean over to threaten the boy. “Listen here, Mr. Monstrosity.  I don’t like you and the sooner you learn to obey...”

Potter reaches out his chubby hand and slaps it against my cheek.  “Aapa.”

“What we have here is a failure to communicate.”