Everything is right with the world tonight!
At about 7:40pm tonight, the Weed was laying on our bed, with a big smile on his face, when I came over to put him into pj’s. He looked up at me and said, “Da Da”. Clearly. Not like a fluke word, but the real deal! He called me “da da”. So I called over Urban Mummy to taunt her, er, clarify, and her and I stared in amazement as he lay on the bed saying over and over again, “da da, da da, da da, da da”.
I love that little boy!