However, it seemed as if Robert Thomson's IQ had also dropped a bit. He carefully reached out with his "paw" and poked the baby's delicate face. Perhaps finding the texture too irresistible, he poked again and then grinned foolishly, "Baby, I'm Daddy. Say Daddy."
"Have you gone dumb? She's so young, she can't speak yet!" Emma Smith laughed, but she turned her head and followed suit, making the same silly mistake: "Baby, say Mommy."
Little Thomson had never had her cheeks pinched before and was a bit curious. She looked baffled, opening her big eyes wide. Suddenly, it seemed like something clicked, and she grabbed her dad's "claw" and stuffed it into her mouth.
Her little mouth was soft, tender, and carried a hint of milk scent. Gently sucking on his fingertip, her tiny tongue worked vigorously. The feeling of her soft gums against his finger was so endearing that Robert felt like swallowing her whole!
