"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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