I remember my daughter getting a bad case of croup long before her first birthday. My wife and I were terrified. I remember being next to her bed in the hospital after they got her some oxygen. She smiled at me and said dada! I was so proud. When we got home she pointed at the wall and said dada. Then the cat. Then the chair. Oh well.
Because everything that is dear to her is called dada.
This is hilarious! Thanks for sharing
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