Hawk-ism: Conversations with Holt

I was changing out the laundry this morning.  Holt was in his low-to-the-floor swing watching Dora with Hawkins.  Holt began to fuss a bit.

Hawk:  <right in Holt's face and rubbing his head>  You happy.  You happy.
Holt:  continues to fuss
Hawk:  You happy.  You happy.
Holt:  still continuing to fuss
Hawk:  <spotting the pacifier at Holt's hip>  Here your BB, Holt-ee.
Holt:  <quiet, enjoying his pacifier>
Hawk:  <pretending to be Holt>  Thanks, Hawkins!
Hawk:  You're welcome Holt-ee.