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Hi! I'm MLS and this is my blog. Grown-ups get to do everything cool while expecting us babies to lay around and drool. Babies unite! Join me in a revolution in which babies are heard! We have much to say if anyone bothered to listen. This is my way of getting my thoughts out there and maybe, just maybe, giving insight into the secret thoughts of babies everywhere!

Thursday, August 14, 2014

Ta-Da! (da)

"Dada".  This little phrase they keep using....what does it mean?  My father's eyes twinkle almost as bright as mine when I say it, but I can't understand why.  It's a simple disyllabic word, not difficult in the slightest, but they rejoice greatly every time I use it.  My mother not quite as much as my father....if anything I can see a hint of reproach behind her smile...
However, as it brings my father so much joy, I suppose I'll keep saying it, foolish as it sounds. Why don't they want me to SPEAK?  To use real words that mean something?  I don't understand.
"Oh JD, you get used to it.  They expect you to be dumb for the first couple years, and then you hit 2 and WHAM!  They expect perfection - perfect behavior, perfect language, perfect table manners.  Ridiculous thought pattern I know."
Now, now MLS, I don't think you should call Mother and Father ridiculous.  And I don't think they would ever call either of us dumb.  I mean, I know I'm not as old and clever as you are, but I believe Mother and Father are inherently good and wonderful and wise.
"Ahem....of course JD.  Whatever you say."

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