Tuesday, 14 February 2012

Dada dada dada

I spend hours every single day nurturing Wee Man. Hours! And what does he start chanting - dada. Repeatedly. Traitor child!

It's really sweet and I don't mind at all. When he said a perfectly clear "dad" in the car when his gran was there, she couldn't believe her ears. He's such a clever boy.

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