And here we are, the big milestone! Our son Dashiell has begun to master the art of speech. He’s a little late, but he jump-started by starting out with three words, rather than the usual one.
As you’d expect, two of the three are “Mama” and “Dada” (the second whispered creepily, but hey, ya pays your money, ya takes yer chances!). The third, which I actually argue was the first of the three (of course, I only know what I myself heard), was “UhOh!” I am painfully certain that he understands this word, as he shouts it gleefully every time he pulls something off a table onto the floor or breaks something!
If there had ever been any doubt, this would be the absolute clincher. He’s my son!
Judging by my own history, there is a word of which his discovery will mean a tale of woe… “Experiment!”
