Hannah loves Angus. Don't be fooled by his turned head, Angus loves Hannah, too. He loves her so much he was overly protective of me while I was pregnant. He loves her so much he was our dirty diaper detector for the first few months of Hannah's life, until his overly sensitive nose couldn't handle that job anymore. He loves her so much he lets her pull on his ears and when she was younger, the extra skin above his eyes. He loves her so much he gained 4 pounds when she started eating solid food. Oh, but does Hannah love Angus. Hannah loves to hug Angus, she loves to kiss him goodbye when she leaves for daycare in the mornings, and she loves to see him when she gets home in the afternoon. Hannah loves to share her breakfast and dinner with Angus. Hannah loves to say, "Angus, come!" when she wants to see him. Hannah loves to say, "Angus, No!" when he tries to smooch her from chin to forehead in one giant slurp. Hannah loves to say, "Where's Angus?" when she forgets where he is. When we pull up in front of the house, Hannah loves to inform me that we are in front of "Angus House". Sometimes, she loves to sing his name over and over again, "Angus, Angus, Angus, Angus, Angus." Hannah does not pronounce the "G" in Angus' name.
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