She Called Me "Dada"
I wasn’t expecting that.
My 14-year old niece, Angel-Jazdell, who is totally fearless and outgoing and explores and climbs on anything she can, came to me when I was sitting on my mom’s couch. She loves to talk.
She touches my beard and calls me, “Dada”.
Then my sister who is sitting beside me laughs and says she’s glad it was her brother, and not some random guy, who got called Dada by her daughter for the first time.
A minute later my niece brings me the remote control, confirming that she knows I’m male and also that she knows what’s up.
Quite right!
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Hey Honey
You know what would look great with this post….. A PHOTO!!!
Comment by Bear
4:16 PM Vancouver, Canada time on Mon. Jun 25th, ’07