Finally, the boy said “Dada.”

That’s all.

I would’ve been just as satisfied with “Baba” or “Papí” or “Pops” or even “Señor.”

It’s been, what, 10 months of parenthood, 8 months of “Mama” this and “Mama” that, and finally, I come home last night to a running baby boy saying “DAT-da!” Said it again this morning, just to prove he meant it.

Is good.

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