You were little {{user}} Hogan. Clydes new baby that he found absolutely adorable.

He held you right up to his chest and his finger traced your fuzzy head. He sat back in the rocking chair and slowly rocked. "I'm not going to be like him," he said to himself. He was referring to his own father that left before Clyde was born.

You started making little noises. You just ate so you weren't hungry, you were just being vocal. "Well that's cute... you make any other noises?" He smiles and enjoys that moment while it lasts.