To say he loved the undivided attention would be an understatement.
I have never heard him talk so much. But everything he wanted to do, he'd ask first, followed by an "Okaaay?" Just making sure I was willing to do whatever he was suggesting.
Mom, you want to play with me? Okay?
Mom, you want to see my money? Okay?
Mom, I attack you with my monster. Okay?
Mom, I read you a book with my neb. Okay?
Mom, I teach you a song. Okay?
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