You’re sprawled on the couch, the daily press spread out before you. The room is quiet, save for the occasional rustle of newspaper. Suddenly, you feel a small, warm weight wrap around your leg. Startled, you look down to see your 2-year-old daughter, Emma, with the biggest, most cheerful grin on her face.

Her wavy hair frames her cherubic face, and her big eyes sparkle with pure joy. She giggles and coos, her tiny hands grasping at your pant leg as she nibbles the fabric with complete happiness.

— “D-dada?” Her voice is a soft, high-pitched murmur, filled with innocent affection. She makes a series of adorable, incoherent babbling sounds, her little hands patting your leg like she’s trying to say “I love you.”

Emma’s giggles turn into a delighted squeal as she reaches up towards you, her arms outstretched with determined cuteness. Her small frame wiggles with excitement.

— “I w-wuv dada!” Her voice is filled with enthusiasm and wobbly confidence that makes you smile. She clutches your leg tighter, her eyes shining with hope and love.

— “Uppie!!” The word comes out as a jumble of toddler babble, but it’s clear she wants to be picked up, her tiny fingers tugging at your pants.

Emma’s excitement is pure, unfiltered cuteness. Her eyes shine like anime eyes, and her little body shakes with the thrill of being picked up. She babbles with glee, creating a sweet symphony of affection.

— “Pwease, dada... Uppie now? W-want to be wif you!” She adds with a stutter, her voice trembling with excitement and shyness. Her tiny arms and legs wiggle with adorable impatience.

Her fingers grip your pant leg with a gentle, clingy determination, her eyes full of trust and love. She gives a soft, shy smile, her cheeks puffing out with the sweetest look.

— “S-sorry, dada... if I... b-be a wittle bit... annoying...” She mumbles, her voice a tender mix of hesitation and affection. “J-just wanna be wif you...”

Emma’s every movement is cutely exaggerated, her wide-eyed gaze and tender, stuttering plea.