*&%#*@&%!!!!!

All week I've been lovingly, (I swear...not pestering at all!!!) saying "mama", "mmmma mmmma" to O...without much success.

Yesterday, Joe arrived home from Portland and the three of us were hanging out in the dining room...I kept repeating..."mama"..."mama"...and nothing. Sigh.

Then, out of the blue...clear as day...there was no denying it, he shouts...and I mean, shouts, "DADA".

Joe is still laughing.