Stop gesturing so much, it's distracting.
Please tell me I'm good.
How can I want you to be my dad, and also have naughty thoughts?!?
I'm jealous of your kids.
I'm jealous of your wife.
You make me feel so safe for a whole hour a week.
Thanks for not pushing the eye contact thing. Or the God thing.
Thanks for apologizing to me this week, and for letting me know it's ok to be angry with you.
How will I make it through this whole week without emailing you?
I hope you visit me in a dream