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verse 1 
My son's at the age, he likes to copy me
whenever I had my tools out, that's where he wanted to be
So, I got him a play set so he could work by my side
When he taps his little hammer, he swings it with pride

pre chorus
But now our times come to an end
His mom and I couldn't work it out
she's taken him back to South Bend
and I'm alone in this empty house

chorus
Mornings in his high chair
Pancakes shaped like Mickey
As I'd sip my coffee
He'd reach for his sippy
We'd play a game
to get him to eat his meal
it might not sound like much
but to me it was a big deal
As i sit here drinking coffee
still feeling messed up
didn't know how much i could
miss a sippy cup

verse 2
now I only get to see him, on a video call
he likes to show how fast, he can run down the hall
he wants all my attention, 
so I give him my smile
man , I sure do miss, my precious little child

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bridge
It's six hours on the road
but the time flies by
cause when he sees me he'll know
how his daddy really tries

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outro
wish I didn't know how much I can 
miss a sippy cup

(Copyright 2025. Ray Allen Kayanek/Mark Lambert ASCAP #930743376)