My first morning in Ogunquit (after a night that wasn't as long I might have hoped) Cheryl set the boy on me, "alarm-clock style". He crawled to where I was sleeping, and I knew he was there, but I was tired and I wanted to sleep some more. He whacked me across the cheek and said "dada". I woke right up.
He said nothing else, before or after. I don't know if it qualifies as a word, in the vocabulary sense, but it's officially the first time he's called me by name, and after being away from my boy for a week it was nice to see he still knew who I was.
Dad
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