Ah children. You give them so much, but it's the little things they reward you with. We try to give Sabrina the best we can. A comfy car seat. Heating her bottles just the way she likes them. Only fresh steamed mashed veggies. Boxes of pretty dresses. An army of stuffed animals. All for her. All the classic Disney movies. And so tonight we leaned in close to hear her speak for the very first time. She looked lovingly into the eyes of her adoring fathers, smiled, pursed her lips, and spoke her first word.
Wha--? Did she just--
"Mama. Mama. Mamamamamamamamama MAMA!"
I'm sorry there must be some mistake. We're your fathers, so we're sure "Dada" or "Papa" was what you really meant to--
Sigh. That's it. We're totally spending the next fifteen or so years gathering pictures and video to completely embarass her every day of high school. Just wait. The class of 2027 will see that revenge is sweet.
No longer a thirtysomething!
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