My Elly Bird

Elly has taken to my Dad like a magnet lately. She will do extreme kissies right in his face when I bring her over.
Then she'll waddle after me as I walk away, after leaving her on him.
I go, "Oh, you want to go with me?" She'll then hide under dad's chin, fluffed feathers, and head-bobbing.
Then dad laughs, then she laughs, then dad laughs, then she laughs again.
At bed time, she was hiding in his shirt. Like a little chest burster.
"Where's Elly?" Then we hear the sinister Elly-Laugh. Then more laughing.

Birdies = Good Medicine.